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Amore et Amicitia	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/James Views: 6683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Ok, a little BDSM in this chapter. :) Not a very realistic way of losing your virginity but hey, Harry Potter isn't the most realistic book. :p Also, no one can fault bondage, its sexy! lol. It's pretty mild compared to the stuff I normally write so don't worry too much. Enjoy and thank you Cham for your wonderful reviews, you honestly make me an extremely happy author.

Chapter Sixteen: Monstratur, Pallium (The Map, The Cloak)

It was James who came up with the idea, the reason for the idea was because he and Sirius had been caught transfiguring one of the statues on the second floor into a large, realistic phallus. While they were sat in detention under the scrutiny of Professor McGonagall, each writing lines;

I shall not use Transfiguration to turn Hogwarts Property into vulgar shapes.

James looked up to see if the professor was marking papers before passing a note to Sirius beneath the table. Sirius looked at it.

We need to find better escape routes, or we’ll continue being caught. I don’t much fancy spending all my school life in detention.

Sirius agreed with another note.

Yes, but how? We have found several useful passageways before but we’ve never been able to find them again and you can guarantee that some will have to be activated with passwords.

James considered, jotting several more of his lines onto the parchment before him. Then his eyes drifted to a large frame sitting behind McGonagall’s head and it hit him. He grinned widely.

Isn’t it obvious?! What we need, Mr. Black, is a Map!

Sirius raised an eyebrow as he read James’ reply.

A map? Really? But if we’re caught with it on us then we’ll be in further trouble...

James sighed and shook his head.

We need Remus.

After their detention they ran back to Gryffindor tower, their bags bashing their legs as they sped up the stairs puffing and panting. Wordlessly they agreed that only Remus could help them in their time of need. Remus was clever and level headed, he could think of something that they had missed.

Sirius and James woke Remus and Peter by jumping on their beds, they woke with muffled curses until Sirius shoved cups of tea under their noses. “It’s Friday, we don’t classes tomorrow.” Sirius said as Remus shot him a glare but accepted the tea. “We got it from a house elf, he was most pleased to help us.” Sirius answered Remus’ unasked question.

“What on earth are you so excited about?” peter asked with a huge yawn.

James and Sirius beamed at each other before bursting into a garbled explanation of their amazing idea, Remus halted them by putting his tea cup down. “So, let me get this straight; you want to create a map of Hogwarts, the most magical building in Britain and work out a way to hide it from unfriendly eyes?”

“Pretty much.” James said. “You reckon it’s possible?”

Remus thought about it, the idea was, on the surface, very plausible and simple. However, Hogwarts was full of ancient magic, its very walls oozed it as if it were held together by it (which, Remus thought, it probably was). He wasn’t sure if you even could map Hogwarts, but he was very interested in giving it a try, if they did it that would make them the only people who had ever managed it. He felt a smile tug at his lips, James and Sirius whooped in delight as a rare expression crossed Remus’ face, a small half-smile and a mischievous glitter in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll help.” He said and found himself pounced upon by his excited friends.

That night the four friends began working out the blue print of their map. By now, after three years at Hogwarts, they had a vague idea of the basic shape and size so Sirius drew out what they knew with a peice of charcoal. He had the best handwriting and he was most skilled at drawing than the others so he was designated that task, Peter was given the arduous task of recording every inch of Hogwarts, Remus began to devise complicated charms and enchantments to not only protect the map but make it move, he liked the idea of using the same enchantments placed upon portraits and photographs to recreate the movements of the people within the walls of the school. James was stuck helping Peter record each room, each statue, each tapestry, right down to the tiniest loose stone to try and discover any secret passage ways.

The boys spent every evening on their map, they took notes during the day between classes and tried to record as much as they could. As they worked they began to see more of the castle than anyone ever had, Sirius was fascinated to find that hidden behind a statue of a one-eyed witch was a passageway that lead to Honeydukes sweet shop. James discovered a room full of fascinating odds and ends but when they tried to put this room on the map it disappeared, Sirius tried several times but his lines continued to fade into the parchment.

“It’s probably unplottable.” Remus suggested, Sirius merely shrugged.

James was awed by Sirius’ drawings, they were so tiny and intricate yet full of detail, when they mentioned this Sirius merely smiled mysteriously and said nothing.

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One morning while the boys were eating breakfast, an owl landed before James with a large soft package for him. Once up in their dorm he opened it, Sirius gasped in awe and Remus gaped. Peter simply stared with wide eyes as James lifted the strange, silvery cloak up to the light where it glittered. “My dad said that he had something special to give me...an old family heirloom...I never even guessed...”

“Jamie...do you even realise what this is?” Sirius muttered, as if by speaking aloud he would damage the beautiful cloak.

“Of course I do! An invisibility cloak.”

“A very old one too...” Remus said softly.

“Put it on!” Peter said as he hopped up and down in excitement.

James grinned and swept the cloak over his shoulders, he laughed brightly when his body disappeared. “That’s so weird!” He exclaimed and spun around.

“That’s brilliant!” Sirius yelled, jumping to his feet. “Do you know what we could do with this?!”

“I know!” James grinned brilliantly. “Thanks dad!” He said to no one in particular.

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Sirius lay on his front before the fire in the common room, he worked diligently on their map with a frown of concentration. He had begun to ink over his original charcoal marks, giving the map more substance. James was working on a sheaf of parchment for Potions while Remus read by his legs, Peter was groaning as he scribbled out mistakes on his own essay. Sirius looked up from his map and stretched, he yawned widely and rolled onto his back so he was gazing up at the ceiling. James let his eyes crawl across Sirius’ body. He was slim but anyone could tell that soon he would fill out, he would be a relatively broad shouldered man. His ebony hair fell across his face in little half-damp snarls from where he hadn’t dried his hair from his bath earlier, he wore a tight black t-shirt and a pair of plain blue boxers but James had never known him to look so good. He blinked when he saw Sirius’ eyes moving slowly beneath his eyelashes, James followed his gaze and saw a fifth year boy lounging in the corner with his friends, the boy was on the Quidditch team with James. He was a Beater, Bran Campbell. James eyed him suspiciously, he was attractive enough with a head full of rust coloured curls that fell into his eyes which were his most striking feature. Bran had two different coloured eyes, one was a bright vivid blue and the other a soft grey, it was odd but James could see the potential appeal. When he turned his eyes back to Sirius he saw the two watching each other from across the room, Bran seemed to make some kind of subtle signal, lifting his hand and touching the corner of his mouth before he abruptly stood up.

“Bran, where are you going?” A girl asked him, she had been practically sitting in his lap a second ago.

“I have to get my potions book, I left it in the Library...sorry.”

The girl pouted, her lips had been painted a cherry red that made her look a little trampy. She sighed and swept her thick hair over her shoulder. “Fine, just hurry back.”

Bran smiled and waved flirtily. “Of course.” He then went to the portrait hole and disappeared.

Sirius sat up and stretched again, his cold eyes on the portrait hole. “I’m going...” He stood but James grabbed his arm and pulled him back down again.

“No you’re not.” He said firmly.

“What?!” Sirius looked confused.

“You know how old that guy is?”

Sirius flushed. “Guy?”

James rolled his eyes. “Bran Campbell, Muggle-born-Beater-extraordinaire and probably one of the most popular blokes on the team. He could smack the head off of a worm from a hundred feet in the air...” James frowned. “He’s also a player. He’s slept with a good portion of girls from numerous houses and, from what I’ve seen in the changing rooms he’s been called up on shagging those with boyfriends as well.”

Sirius gazed at him, his eyes showing nothing but confusion. “What on earth are you on about?”

“Do you take me for an idiot? I saw that silent communication between the two of you! You’re too young for anything he’s going to-...” Sirius cut him off by wrenching his arm free of his grip.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do Potter! You are not my mother.” He turned on his heels and walked out.

James sat there looking utterly nonplussed, Remus sighed and shook his head. “What happened?”

“You just told him not to do something, I would have thought you would know him better than that by now.” Remus said and shrugged. “He’s going to be angry with you for a few days after this one.”

James sank into his seat, his chest still burning with that random hot anger he felt, as if a sleeping dragon had been awoken inside him and was resting uneasily. He thought back to all that he and Sirius had done together in the deep night, he knew he wasn’t gay himself or he wouldn’t feel that weird swooping sensation when he was around Lily Evans, but he also got an inkling that his feelings for Sirius ran deeper than he was willing to consciously admit.

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Sirius padded barefoot down the corridors, he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted from this rendezvous with Bran the Beater but his curiosity and borderline dangerous thirst for danger overcame his doubts. He heard shuffling footsteps in time to dive behind a nearby statue, he calmed his breathing and turned his head as he saw light appear around the corner.

“Yes my sweet, we will get you some nice juicy mice.” Filch shuffled past, his cat, Mrs. Noris padding along behind him. Sirius waited for them to pass, his heart hammering in his chest as he tipped his head back and grinned up at the ceiling. It was fun to think that he was breaking the rules to go meet a boy he hardly knew. The prospect ignited his veins with fire and he giggled quietly to himself as he slipped from behind the statue and silently made his way down the corridor, he looked in each room as he passed but it was a while before he spotted Bran.

Bran sat on the teachers desk in McGonagall’s transfiguration class room, when Sirius entered he smiled. “Nice of you to come, I didn’t think you would.”

Sirius leaned against the door frame and shrugged. “Curiosity got the better of me.” He said slowly.

Bran watched him for a while before his smile widened and became almost predatory. “How much experience do you have?”

“Why?” Sirius countered as he pushed the door shut with his foot. “Don’t think you can handle me?” He raised an eyebrow, his own nerves bizarrely making him act more confident than he felt.

Bran eyed him curiously. “Oh I think you’re less experienced than you’re making out, Black.”

“You know who I am?”

“Of course. What Muggle born doesn’t know and fear the name Black...but you’re not like them are you?” Bran’s smile widened. “You’re different.”

Sirius said nothing, merely standing where he was and waiting for whatever move the older boy was going to make.

Slowly Bran slid from his perch and walked over to Sirius, he walked around him like a lion stalking prey. “You talk big, but you’re not as confident as you should be...if you had more experience you wouldn’t be here with me of all people.” He paused and cocked his head to the side. “You’ve only just come out.”

Sirius shifted uncomfortably and watched Bran circle him in silence.

“Whatever else you’ve done it’s not full penetration, I can see that just by looking.”

Sirius felt a dull flush on his cheeks, a brief flash of anger shot through him at the implication that he was so obvious. “What do you know about me? I’ve never even spoken to you before!” He snapped and turned to Bran who was behind him.

Bran chuckled. “Ok then, do you top or bottom?”

That caught Sirius off guard, he opened his mouth and closed it again. “I...I...what?”

Bran sighed. “You’re even less experienced than I first thought, not that I mind...there’s something about breaking in a virgin, male or female that’s just...” He paused and waved his hand vaguely in the air before finally deciding on an appropriate word. “Exquisite.”

Sirius shivered, half of him wanted to run and never return, the other half liked the challenge hinted at in Bran’s eyes. He liked the way he was being looked at, like he was some particularly delicious peice of chocolate that Bran wanted to savour. He clenched his hands into fists at his sides and kept his face carefully blank, but, behind his fringe his eyes burned with a mad, curious excitement.

“Well, what do you want?” Bran purred, stepping up behind Sirius and slipping his hands around his chest and sliding them downwards slowly. “What will it be, Sirius?” He murmured in his ear making Sirius give an involuntary shudder. “Do you want it?”

Sirius tipped his head back against Bran’s shoulder as he felt gentle lips against his throat. “Yes.” He breathed and he felt Bran chuckle.

“Good, now relax and let go...”

Sirius sighed and closed his eyes, he sank into the embrace but his nerves wouldn’t go away and no matter how hard he tried to forget about them they reappeared. Questions plagued him, questions like;

If I do this there will be no going back, do I really want that?

What will happen if anyone was to find out? What if Mother or Father or Bella find out?

Is this who I really want to do this with?

The last question was the worst, even as those soft lips became harsher and he could feel teeth on his throat. Even as he moaned heavily when a hand slid down his chest and cupped his penis, even as he felt himself hardening beneath Bran’s not untalented fingers. With the continued ministrations to his neck and those wonderful fingers teasing his growing erection his doubts and nagging worries were blown into the background, at least for a while.

It was a surprise when bran turned him around and pushed him backwards onto a desk, rough, calloused hands began pulling down his boxers and he felt cold air hit his aching erection, the air felt good against his heated skin. Bran pushed those fingers into his hair and pulled his head back so he was forced to expose his throat. The slightly rough treatment was painful but somehow thrilling, Sirius shivered as he felt Bran’s breath caressing a nipple, then he yelped as heat encased it. He pushed his chest against that delicious mouth and once again all his thoughts were blown out the window on a wave of exquisite pleasure. Slowly Bran ran hot kisses all over Sirius’ heaving chest, Sirius was putty in his hands he moaned and gasped as he arched his back. His skin tingled pleasantly and the heat boiling in his groin was almost unbearable, if he didn’t get any relief soon he would surely explode.

“B-Bran...” He whispered as he pushed his own hands into those tousled curls and tugged on them. The boy extracted himself and shook his head.

“Sh.” He said and clamped a hand over Sirius’ mouth, who felt a sudden flare of panic. His hand shot up to grab Bran’s wrist but Bran sighed and released him, he stood up straight and looked down at Sirius who lay on the desk looking debauched and utterly beautiful in the moonlight. “You keep that noise up and we’re going to be in trouble, you have to keep quiet!” He considered Sirius for a moment, his eyes raking his exposed body hungrily before he smiled and withdrew his wand.

“What are you-mmmf!?” Sirius found himself bound to the desk by heavy magical chains, they were cold against his skin and the gag in his mouth tasted of something chemical. He twisted in his bonds, his chest heaving as panic suffused his senses, drowning him.

“You look lovely in chains, Black.” He smiled devilishly as he loomed over his captive. “Don’t look so fearful, I’ll be sure to be gentle and I promise you’ll feel so good you’ll be dreaming about it forever.” Sirius didn’t feel comforted even as Bran ran his finger nails down Sirius’ chest leaving lines of crimson in his wake.

The scratches burned but Sirius felt something stir within him and he moaned as floods of pleasure joined the pain in a sweet melody. He arched his back as best he could, straining against the cold metal manacles as they snapped taught from where they had been wrapped around the desk so firmly Sirius could only move them a few inches from the wood beneath him. Bran seemed pleased by his reaction and he stepped back and unzipped his jeans, he opened them and pulled them down far enough to expose his own erection. Sirius tipped his head to the side so he could see it, he was gobsmacked...it was so large! The only penis’ he had seen had been of his friends in his dorm, so Bran’s came as a bit of a shock. It was thick and quite a bit longer than his own and he trembled as chills ran up and down his spine. Bran moved forward again, lifting Sirius’ legs so his backside was exposed and Sirius closed his eyes, turning his head away in embarrassment. He heard a soft groan and felt something small breach him, his eyes flew open as a whole host of confusing feelings flooded him, fear prominent among them but also a heightened sense of excitement. Sirius realised that he liked the fear, he enjoyed not knowing what was going to happen it seemed to heighten the experience and he could feel every little movement from where Bran’s finger was inside him. he closed his eyes and unconsciously opened his legs as far as they would go, he gasped around the gag his body trembling as yet another finger breached him, this time it brought a sharp pinching pain and he winced. “Shh, it won’t hurt as much for long...relax.”

Bran’s fingers were lubricated with something, Sirius was almost certain it was his own saliva. Sirius closed his eyes and let the pain roll over him, his hands clenched and unclenched helplessly within their bonds. He continued to remind himself that he was used to pain, he could cope with it, it was fine. Finally Bran withdrew his hand and leaned over Sirius panting, sweat slicked body he smiled and licked away a tiny trickle of spittle from Sirius’ chin. “If only I could tell people I’d had Sirius Black...” He breathed and smiled when Sirius groaned. Without another word Bran climbed on top of Sirius’ prone form, he gripped his erection in one hand and began pressing the tip into the heated body beneath him. Sirius whimpered, he couldn’t help it. The pain was constant burning sensation, it twinged every so often but it drove his fluttering nerves right away until all he could feel was a rod of burning flesh buried deep within him. Bran grunted. “Oh yeah...you’re so tight...” He muttered before moving his hips.

The pain flooded Sirius’ body but it was chased by a soft tingle of pleasure, Sirius’ body sought that pleasure out in hopes it would drive away the pain and finally, after Bran made a few adjustments a shockwave shot through him, his body went rigid and he uttered a strangled moan. Bran chuckled in his ear, grabbing a handful of his hair as he began moving in a firm but regular rhythm. Sirius was bombarded with a confusing mixture of pain and exquisite pleasure. His body arched into the one above him, his eyes flickered as he let them fall closed and sank himself into sensation. It was utter bliss but it didn’t last quite as long as he hoped, as Bran’s hips speeded up Sirius felt a building pressure in his gut, a great twisting spike of scolding iron drove itself deep into his flesh until he was whimpering and bucking frantically, completely lost in the intensity of the feelings. With a feeling like an opening of a flood gate Sirius came with a muffled cry.

XXX

James lay in bed, wide awake as he was haunted by unwanted mental images of Sirius being molested by Bran. He knew what the Beater was into, he’d heard him boasting about it during practice and it disturbed him that Sirius had ignored his warning and gone after him. With an angry huff James rolled over in his bed just as the door opened quietly, James watched the blurry shadow of his best friend limping across the room towards his bed. He didn’t move as he watched the shadowy form climb into bed and draw the curtains closed.

James’ chest ached, he gritted his teeth a little angry at himself, he shouldn’t be feeling that horrible jealous monster raging in his chest. It was wrong. Sirius was his best friend, they had fooled around with each other but that didn’t mean anything...did it? Had he imagined the way Sirius’ eyes would light up when James looked at him? Had he imagined that his embraces and gentle touches meant more than they really did? Had Sirius been only playing with him in order to test his own sexuality? As that question passed through his mind he felt a flicker of anger, obviously Sirius didn’t feel that way about him, he had just been a toy, nothing more. James huffed and rolled onto his other side, he could see the form of Remus’ bed looming out of the gloom and he glared at it. Well, if that’s how he wants to play it, I’ll just put all my efforts into chasing Lily Evans! He grinned nastily into the dark, he knew how much Sirius disliked Lily and he thought that would be the perfect way of getting his own back.

With thoughts of the pretty red-head in his mind he fell into a deep sleep.
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