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Black Dog	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters nor the settings. I make no profit from this story.

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AN: This chapter contains scenes of drug abuse and depression. (The bit after the ‘XXX’ is actually a bit of a time skip, months have passed) Please enjoy and, as always, any comment is most welcome. Thank you.

Chapter Nine: The Man Who Sold The World

Flashing lights, throbbing music, the taste of bitter alcohol…Sirius drowned himself. He tipped the bottle back and emptied it before letting it fall from numb fingers, he stumbled into a hot body and felt hands glide across his abdomen, he gazed into the face of one of the men who worked for his new record company. Hips ground into his as he was pressed against another body, more hands found his chest, fingers pinching a nipple as lips found his throat. He closed his eyes and felt the world sway gently to the pounding guitar riffs, he moaned and hummed to himself as fingers tangled in his hair and he felt a hot tongue forced between his lips. He kissed back sloppily and was pulled away again by his hair, teeth nipped at his shoulder as his jacket slipped from him. He found himself growing painfully hard in his trousers, his body flushed hot and cold as he opened his eyes and gazed up at the light show above him, he giggled and fell sideways into another set of arms that surrounded him. He tasted lipstick as he kissed the man hungrily, he devoured the mouth as fingers brushed his erection through his jeans, he shuddered violently. “Fuck…” He gasped and let the music carry him away, he danced, swaying to the beat as hot bodies pressed tightly against him, he felt hands everywhere, lips begging for his attention and eyes dripping desire. He was swept away on a sea of carnal pleasure and he found himself unable to think, the scents that surrounded him clogged his throat and made it difficult to swallow, he threw his head back and laughed drunkenly.

Later he found himself at a hotel, people were sprawled on the floor kissing and slowly undressing each other. He picked his way carefully around them, trying not to fall as he stumbled into furniture, he was led by Tim to a corner where several sofa’s contained his new bosses. He fell elegantly into a seat between them and looked down at the table where several rolled up notes lay alongside lines of white powder. Someone handed him a note and he put it to his nose, he bent his head and sucked up a line of cocaine in one breath. “Ah…!” He leaned back against the leather seat and felt a hand sliding up his thigh, Yaxley smiled and Sirius returned it. It took a while before he was suddenly hit by a great rush of exquisite hyper activity, before he knew it he had been pushed down onto the sofa and a hot mouth had claimed his. He kissed back as more hands undressed him, his erection was straining against his trousers and was released from its confines. He gasped and stared up at the ceiling as fingers roamed his body, lips tended his nipples, hands massaged his balls and he drifted away on wave after wave of intense feeling. When the fingers entered him he simply lifted his hips up to give them better access, he let them use his body and even when it hurt he never cried out.

“Oh! Oh yeah…!” He arched his back, eyes wide and unseeing as the second man pushed his cock deep inside him. He groaned and let his eyes fall half closed, he watched the colours dancing across his vision and swamped him in sensations too exquisite for description. Someone ran a finger across his lips and he took it hungrily into his mouth, nipping lightly at the tips. Someone else engulfed his cock in wet, sucking heat and he felt the brutal stab of pressure in his gut. Slowly he ran a hand down his chest and found hair, he gripped it tightly and as the man fucking him moved he thrust automatically down the throat encasing his erection. Another man bent his head back over the edge of the large bed and he took their cock deep into his throat, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced. A blur of pulsing pleasure, the feel of hot cum splashing his chest and face, the salty taste of it on his tongue, his body full of fire and a hellish desire he couldn’t seem to quench.

He was on all fours, his fingers digging deep into soft white satin sheets as someone’s tongue explored his anus. He gasped and thrust backwards helplessly, the world a blur around him as women and men made love in various ways all across the room. Music was blared from the speakers and there were loud cries, grunts and groans and Sirius buried his face in the sheets and tensed, his body gave a violent shudder as a hot hand gripped his leaking cock and began moving rapidly. He thrust helplessly, his hips moving and chasing his ever illusive orgasm. “Ah…yeah…fuck me…” He gasped and heard a hot giggle from behind him.

“You enjoying yourself, little puppy?”

Sirius lifted his eyes to see Tim and found himself yanked upright, hands were pushed into his hair and a hot, waxy tasting mouth claimed his. He groaned into the kiss as fingers entered him from behind, he parted his legs invitingly as evidence from all the countless others who had had him that night dripped down his thighs. “Oh god yessss…” He hissed, Tim massaged his balls in one hand and he felt the man’s erection pressing against his thigh. “Need to…need ta cum…T-Tim…Please…” his voice was hoarse and his body shuddering with utter desperation when finally something was rammed into him violently, he was pushed down into the mattress and Tim laughed from somewhere above him.

“You’re making me so much money, your body is so perfect and you’re so beautiful…It’ll be a shame to let you go now.”

Sirius gasped, the man who had mounted him was rough and it was beginning to hurt, he frowned in confusion at Tim’s words but all too soon something hit that special bundle of nerves buried deep inside him and he exploded all over the sheets beneath him, each wave of pleasure made his body vibrate as he pushed back against whoever it was fucking him. He tangled his hands in the sweaty sheets and cried out hoarsely as the biggest, most intense orgasm he had ever had hit him with the force of the train.

Sirius’ eyes opened slowly, he groaned and rolled onto his side. Sheets stuck to his body and he shifted in discomfort, a frown marred his forehead as a headache attacked his soggy brain with vicious knives of agony. His mouth tasted horrible and his tongue felt thick and uncooperative, he was lying surrounded by other bodies, and when he dared open his eyes he found himself trapped by men of varying ages, their arms wrapped around him possessively. Flashes of memory caught up with him and he blinked away some of the fog colouring his vision, he had been at a party and he had taken various drugs. He had no idea what he had taken, or what had been forced down his throat and he realised he didn’t want to. Gingerly he sat up and winced in the early dawn light, all around him people slept, women and men all sprawled in inelegant heaps with bruised, sweat stained bodies. The room stank of sex and alcohol and Sirius felt stomach twist, he jumped up, tripping over someone and stumbling as he dived for a door, he yanked it open and with a prayer of thanks saw the toilet. He stepped over some poor girl and fell to his knees before it, just in time as his nausea gave way to vomit.

When his fit of sickness had passed he collapsed beside the toilet and buried his face in his arms with a desperate groan. His body ached dully, his nether regions feeling like someone had taken a sledge hammer to them, but it wasn’t the ache of satisfaction. The gentle pulsing throb of his bruised flesh was nothing compared to the burning humiliation he felt each time a memory of the night forced its way through the fog of his mind, he choked on a sob as self hatred rose to engulf him and his stomach twisted again. He managed to pull himself up to the loo again to excavate what was left of his stomach before falling back into darkness.

He came around again to the soft sound of voices, he lay still blinking in the sunlight that poured through the curtains. He recognised one voice as Tim’s.

“He was as good as you said he would be.” One man said, Sirius turned his head to see who was talking and found a group of older men standing around Tim with money clutched in their hands. “Here’s what is owed you, I’d like to use him again one day…My fiftieth birthday is coming up and if we were to have some of his exceptional brand of entertainment there it would make my day.”

“Of course but I would need to know how many people will be using him and of course the usual conditions apply.” Tim said, taking the man’s money and rapidly counting it before stuffing it into his overstuffed bra.

The old man smirked. “Of course; do whatever you want just don’t damage his face or equipment.”

“Exactly.”

Sirius felt an emptiness fill him, he could only remember odd snatches of brightly coloured images from the previous night. He had been used by so many that he had long ago lost count, his body still ached and he rolled over in the satin sheets and closed his eyes as a terrible shame took residence in his heart.

He must have fallen back to sleep again as when he next woke up he could see it was much later in the afternoon judging by the progress of the light across the floor. Slowly Sirius sat up and groaned, he saw Tim sitting in a chair by the bed and reading a magazine, a cigarette dangled from his painted lips and when he saw that Sirius was awake he grinned. “Look who’s awake!” He said happily. “Did you have a good time?”

“Dunno…I hardly remember it…” Sirius muttered in reply as he leaned over and picked up a jug of water from the bedside table, his hands were shaking violently from dehydration and Tim took pity on him and poured him a glass. He downed the cool water and poured himself another glass, he turned it between his hands for a moment as he watched the light glint from the little bits of condensation on its sides. “Tim?” he asked, his voice seeming thick in his throat.

“Yes, little puppy?”

“…You’re not…you’re not just using me for money, are you?” He didn’t dare look up, he didn’t want to see confirmation in those cool blue eyes.

“Of course not!” Tim sounded scandalised. “Why on earth would I simply use you? With our current arrangement I get to benefit from your dream, you will become famous, Sirius and I will make sure you do…this is a mutual agreement, that’s all.”

Sirius smiled and downed the water. “That’s alright then.” He said but deep down he still felt a gnawing fear worrying at his heart.

XXX

Remus stood before his friend’s door and knocked, he waited but there was no answer. He sighed and tried again but once again he was disappointed. He hadn’t seen Sirius since that night Sirius had run naked down the street, he was worried as James had been acting strangely and would refuse to meet his eyes when he spoke about Sirius. He waited for a while just in case Sirius came back but finally decided to leave, he walked back to the street and took one last brief look back at the quiet apartment. He had the distinctive sense that there was something wrong, then he saw a light come on and flicker violently in the window before going out again. Remus frowned and ran back to the door, he hammered on it and heard someone swear from within. “Sirius?!” He called and there was silence. “Sirius, I know you’re in there! Open this damned door!”

Sirius stood before the door, his jeans hanging loosely on his hips. The house was dark but when he tried to turn on the light it hadn’t worked, with a sigh he opened the door reluctantly. The chain snapped taught and Sirius looked through the gap at Remus who’s eyes widened.

“You look like shit.” He said by way of greeting.

Sirius grinned weakly. “Thanks, always good to know I can count on you for an honest assessment.”

“Open this door, I’m not talking to you through the door.” Remus said firmly.

Slowly, reluctantly, Sirius pulled the chain on the door and it swung open. Remus gazed around the room in surprise, it was a mess as if someone had had a party and not bothered to clear up after themselves. “Wow…” He breathed and Sirius closed the door behind him, he turned and looked his friend up and down. Sirius’ chest was bare and revealed bruises and scars in varying stages of healing, he had cigarette burns on his chest, his wrists were bruised as if he had been restrained at one point and he had dark circles surrounding his eyes. He was pale and ill looking but before Remus could comment he saw what he had, at first, taken to be a pile of clothing, move.

“Mmm…Siri, make me a drink, I’m dying here…”

Sirius went to the kitchen and began silently busying himself with the dishes, trying to find some clean cups. Remus watched as a complete stranger lit up a cigarette after emerging from the pile of blankets, he grinned at Remus through hazy eyes. “Hey, a visitor…you come to have some fun too? I’ll tell you what, he’s an excellent shag and a good price too.”

Sirius froze but Remus made no comment as he removed his coat, he kept his face blank even as the shock of the admission almost rooted him to the spot. Abruptly Remus turned on the man and picked up the clothes he knew belonged to him, he threw them at him. “Get out.” He said firmly.

“What are you, his pimp?” The man muttered around his cigarette.

“If that’s what it will take for you to leave then yes.” Remus said and put his hands on his hips as the man changed rapidly, he dropped a pile of notes onto the kitchen counter which Sirius grabbed eagerly and began counting. Remus tore his eyes away from the sight and heard the door shut, finally they were alone. Sirius avoided Remus’ eyes as he handed him a cup of tea and sat down on the floor, he leaned against the wall and rummaged in his jeans pocket and withdrew a clear package with a few pills inside, Sirius popped a few and let Remus take the packet. “You need to talk, now.” He said softly and sat down beside his friend.

“About what?” Sirius muttered vaguely and lit up a cigarette, he closed his eyes and slumped against the wall. “That I have to do stuff to be able to eat?”

“You could get a job.” Remus said reasonably.

“I have a job, Remus.”

“You have a job as a whore?” Remus snapped suddenly, Sirius opened his eyes to reveal two pits of darkness.

“I have no choice…I have no skills except making music and to do that I need to sell my body.” He stubbed his cigarette out in an ash tray and drew his knees to his chest. “I let them do anything and everything to me…” He breathed.

“Fuck…Sirius, why?” Remus whispered and crawled closer, gently he put his hand on his friends shoulder.

“There is no other path! By selling my body I got to play for the big shots at DM records! They want to help me make it big, Remus! If I do this…If I let them and their friends have me every which way I can get my music heard! It’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted…It’s the only way I can prove to her that I’m worth something! That I’m not just some useless homo with no future…I have to make her see…I have to prove myself!” His eyes shone as he spoke and Remus gazed at him sadly.

“Have you looked into the mirror recently?” He asked.

“No…not unless Tim’s doing my make up.” Sirius replied and put an arm over his head. “I know what I look like, it doesn’t matter to them.”

Remus was at a loss, he scanned Sirius’ face as he slipped down the wall and curled into a ball as if protecting himself from the world he had entered. “Let me help you.” He said softly. “Please, you don’t have to destroy yourself like this!”

Sirius chuckled. “Don’t you understand it yet?” He looked up at Remus through his lank hair and his smile was wonky and broken. “No one wants me…no one…my parents didn’t…my father tried killing me multiple times. My mother screams and hits me…I-I…I’m not wanted. Who would want someone like me? Who would need me? Who would fucking care?!”

“But I-”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear empty words…I don’t need your pity because soon it’ll all pay off.” His smile turned hopeful and his eyes glittered prettily. “Someday I’ll be stood on a stage surrounded by screaming fans! I’ll be wanted by everyone! I’ll be the centre of attention and finally people will love me…” He sighed and trailed off into a happy day dream, Remus sat still and it was a second before he realised Sirius had drifted off into a drug induced comatose state.

Slowly he stood and took a blanket from Sirius’ bed, he threw it over him and set to cleaning the flat. When he was done he stood for a moment and watched the battered, broken boy sleeping. A deep sadness filled him and he took a shaky breath. “James loves you, Sirius…you don’t need to do this.” He whispered before walking out the door.
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