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Black Dog	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter One: Boys Keep Swinging

“In the current Economic climate I am, unfortunately, unable to find a job.” Sirius muttered, he sat on one of the many cushions in his dingy little flat. He had inherited it from his uncle who had passed away. Sat across his lap was an Acoustic guitar, he hugged it to himself, absently running long fingers across the fret board while a cigarette was caught between his lips, smoke drifted up towards the ceiling and James sighed heavily. “You think I haven’t tried?” Sirius was beginning to sound defensive.

“Look, I’m not getting at you, man, but seriously, think about this...if you don’t find a decent regular job you’ll starve!” James gazed around at the practically empty flat, it was small, more of a hovel really but Sirius refused to sell it. It had a single room, Sirius slept on the floor in a pile of blankets, the kitchenette was barely sanitary and the bathroom was tiny.

Sirius waved away James’ concern. “Maybe my music’ll sell more after I’m dead...” he said softly.

“Don’t say shit like that.” James leaned back on his elbow, watching his friend carefully. Sirius’ movements were precise, he was talented and he was handsome...but he let his anger get the better of him and had yet to find a band that got on with him. Sirius took his cigarette between his fingers and flicked ash into the little metal ash tray by his knee, James found himself looking into those sharp silver eyes as Sirius smiled lazily.

“I’ll be fine, mate. You concentrate on getting that Foxy little chick of yours, and I’ll concentrate on my shit, dig?”

James shook his head slowly. “You know, Lily hates you calling her that.”

Sirius waved a hand airily. “Whatever.” He muttered and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. “Beer?” he raised an eyebrow in question and James smiled. Sirius put aside his guitar and stood, stretching with his arms above his head so his t-shirt rode up to reveal a slither of pale flesh, and a scar. Sirius yawned, running fingers through his hair as he made his way, bare footed, to the kitchenette and grabbed some cold beer from the fridge. He paused on his way back and put on some music before handing James a bottle. Alice Cooper’s Billion Dollar Babies was suddenly blasted into the room, the heavy riffs thrumming through James’ veins as he took the proffered beer.

They drank in silence for a moment before James’ eyes landed on Sirius’ book of matches, he frowned and picked them up. Sirius went still when he saw James reading the lettering. “What were you doing in a dive like The Three Moons?” He asked warily. “Do you know what kind of people hang there?”

Sirius avoided his gaze. “Yeah, got it from someone...” He said vaguely.

James frowned slightly, gazing at his friend who determinedly avoided meeting his eyes. “Sirius...” he began slowly.

“No.” Sirius muttered, leaning forward suddenly and snatching the book of matches from James’ fingers. “Don’t ask questions you won’t like the answer to.”

“Have you been...”

Sirius shot him a heated glare. “Do you listen to me?”

“Not when it comes to you hanging in that dungeon! It’s full of pervs and creeps...”

“I know.” Sirius shoved the match book in his pocket and took a long swig of his beer. “They pay me.” He said slowly.

“In what? Drugs?”

Sirius laughed. “Real cash, mate. I do gigs there and the owner, Tim, he’s cool. He says I got talent...says he can put me in contact with some scouts!” His silver eyes shone brilliantly but James couldn’t share his joy, he bit down on his lip.

“What does he ask for?”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asked, once again not quite meeting his friend’s eyes.

“What is he making you do?”

“Nothing.” Sirius swept hair from his eyes, lighting yet another cigarette and blowing smoke from his lungs.

“Sirius...”

“Just leave it, man, stop killing my buzz.” Sirius said, but his voice was hard, empty of emotion and James let it drop.

“So, what kind of music does this Tim guy let you play?”

“I mainly do covers, requests and stuff, but I have played my own stuff...it got a pretty good reception.” He smiled around his cigarette and James couldn’t help but return it. Sirius was obviously happy, it shone in his eyes and as long as Sirius was happy James was too. But he still didn’t like the fact that Sirius was working at the Three Moons...he had heard terrible stories about the underground club and his mother had warned him away from going to any gigs there. “Hey, I’m doing a show tonight, you can come see if you want!” Sirius asked, his bright eyes sparkling.

James bit his lip. “I uh...I’d...love to.” He said finally, unable to deny Sirius’ joy. Before he knew what was happening he found his arms full of his friend and he was shoved backwards onto a pile of cushions and his face was full of hair. Sirius smelt of a mixture of cigarettes, beer, Cinnamon and Liquorice. James couldn’t help but take a deep lungful of the mixture, his fingers slipping to Sirius’ hair as he raised his head and gazed down at him. There was brief moment of silence, the tension in Sirius’ body was reflected in his eyes. James swallowed hard before Sirius pulled himself away, James closed his eyes briefly before sitting upright again to see Sirius kneeling opposite him, black hair falling elegantly into his face and his smile revealing sharp teeth. “Alright, so what kind of place is this club?” He asked, trying to diffuse the soft blush that kept threatening to creep into his cheeks.

Later James stood before a full length mirror looking at his reflection. “Are...you sure about this, Siri?” he asked, moving his eyes to see Sirius leaning against the wall beside the mirror.

“You look good, you should wear leather more often.” He flashed James his teeth in a grin before pushing himself from the wall. James took a last look at himself, scrunching up his nose slightly. He had borrowed a pair of Sirius’ exceptionally tight jeans with a black t-shirt. It was simple, but not something he would normally have chosen to wear, but he was most upset about the leather jacket hanging from his shoulders. He pulled a face and Sirius laughed loudly. “Pull that face and your precious Lily will never look at you again...” He said.

James sighed, absently messing his hair up carefully at the back as he turned to face Sirius who, as usual, looked breathtaking in a tight dark blue jeans, a t-shirt that hugged his body like a glove and his long carefully styled hair falling into his eyes. “I always feel stupid and ugly next to you...” James muttered, a small frown creasing his eyebrows.

“Ah, Jamie...I can’t help it if God gave me all the looks.” He smiled cheekily.

The small underground room was hot. James had difficulty pushing his way to the front of the small crowd, where a low stage sat presiding over the chattering men and woman. Smoke hung above their heads as people eyed the young man warily as he pushed through them; James had never felt so out of place. The men were large, brutish looking with small eyes which raked James’ thin frame as if he was an interesting curiosity, the women were tall and doll like with big hair and tight jeans. High heels that looked more like daggers adorned their feet and their faces were covered in so much make up they almost looked alien to James. He was obviously the youngest person in the room, and it made him supremely uncomfortable. When he reached the front of the stage he felt someone tug on his arm, he turned to see a woman with blond hair gazing at him drunkenly. “Hey, aren’t you a little...young to be here?” She asked in a low voice.

“Uh...no...I’m eighteen.” James muttered, trying to dislodge her.

She smiled. “Oh?” She leaned close, her breath tickling his neck as he felt himself being pushed into the stage, her hand slid down his chest and came to rest on his groin. He swallowed, gazing at her through terrified eyes. She was pretty, but definitely not his type. “Then you’re old enough for me, Honey, want a good time?”

Before James could speak he saw a hand land on the woman’s shoulder, she turned and saw Sirius stood behind her. “Sorry, he’s taken.” He said firmly with a charming smile.

The woman pouted. “Aw, Sirius, you get all the cute ones...” She said, running her hands over Sirius’ chest. Her nails were like claws. James watched as she leaned in, whispering something into Sirius’ ear. “You going to the after party?”

Sirius smiled, but it was somewhat distant. “Obviously.” He replied, his hands taking hers and drawing her away gently. “You wouldn’t let me skip that part would you Tim?”

James choked. “What?!” He gasped.

The woman turned, smirking. “Oh, you didn’t know? I’m Tim, the owner.” The woman’s voice had gone deep and gravelly and James felt slightly faint. “Where did you find him Siri? He’s adorable!”

Sirius laughed roughly. “We were at school together.”

“Ah, I see...well, you have a set to do. Get your sexy arse on that stage, Honey.” He pushed Sirius in the back and he jumped lightly onto the stage. While the stage was set up Tim leaned on the platform, eyeing James through false lashes and tapping his talons on the wood. “So, you know Little Siri?”

“Yeah...we’ve been mates since we started school...” He said, unable to look into the man’s...woman’s...eyes.

Tim giggled. “He talks about you quite a bit, you know...”

That startled James a bit and he met the blond’s eyes. “He does?!”

“Yes, when his mouth isn’t busy elsewhere...”

James flushed and turned away, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose nervously. “A-Are...you saying he’s...?”

“Gay?” Tim swept his long hair over one shoulder as he watched Sirius plugging his guitar into the amps. “No...he likes his chicks just as much as his dicks.” He smirked as he eyed James carefully.

“I-I...I didn’t know...” James whispered, feeling decidedly uncomfortable.

“Come now, you really think it would be something he would want spread around? No one’s that naive. It’s the origin of most of those scars on his body...He told me his father discovered his preference for men and decided he would beat it out of him.”

James watched his friend talking softly to another man, their heads close together, the man had a hand on Sirius’ shoulder in a familiar gesture. Suddenly Sirius looked up and his smile brightened the room, he grinned and James returned it.

“He likes you.” Tim said and James jumped, he was stood right behind him, whispering in his ear. Tim’s hand slipped down his chest and James tried to jerk away from the gentle caress but Tim had him pinned, he was smirking. “Maybe you could come back stage and play with us afterwards...there’s plenty of lonely men who wouldn’t mind teaching you how to pleasure our little pet...” He chuckled as James made an odd strangled noise in the back of his throat, he was trapped and couldn’t escape. “He’s got a lot of talent, and I’m not talking about his guitar skills...”

James bit down hard on his lip as he looked up to see Sirius standing before a mic, his silver grey eyes met James’ and widened slightly when he saw Tim’s wandering hand slipping into James’ jeans. “S-Sirius...” James hissed, grabbing Tim’s hand and stopping its descent.

Tim frowned and huffed irritably, he sent Sirius a glare and the dark haired boy flushed and adjusted the strap of his guitar, he closed his eyes, taking a slow breath before suddenly striking the first chord. The sound silenced the crowd. Sirius closed his eyes and began playing ‘John, I’m only dancing’ by David Bowie.
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Well, Annie's pretty neat, she always eats her meat
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Joe is awful strong, bet your life he's putting us on
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Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
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I'm moving, touch me!
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John, I'm only dancing

She turns me on, but I'm only dancing

She turns me on, don't get me wrong

I'm only dancing**

He sung the lyrics, his voice jarringly different from the original but strangely haunting. James was hooked. His eyes glued to Sirius, bathed in bright light as he played and sang. The guitar throbbed through the air, snatching James’ breath, he hardly noticed Tim’s hand. He couldn’t look away. The heat in the room was intolerable as people danced around him, he shivered as Sirius’ eyes met his that sharp silver jabbing right into his soul.
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Oh shadow love was quick and clean, life's a well thumbed machine
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I saw you watching from the stairs, you're everyone that ever cared
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Oh lordy, oh lordy, you know I need some loving
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I'm moving, touch me!**

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Tim whispered, chuckling softly. His hot breath making James tremble. “I know you’re curious...who wouldn’t be with a body like that?”

“S-Stop...” James whispered, his fingers digging into Tim’s wrist as he massaged James’ crotch through his jeans.

“Oh come on, you’re loving it...Those sexy little noises you’re making...”

James couldn’t hear himself over the sound of the music, the air was thick, difficult to breath as Sirius switched song, smoothly changing the mood with the ease of a professional. Those silver eyes met hazel and James realised he looked slightly hurt, but he played on.

Finally Sirius’ set came to an end and Tim released James who gasped, losing his balance slightly and falling forward. He was shaking as he held himself up on the stage, Sirius jumped down from the stage, sweat stuck his hair to his face and he was panting slightly as he moved over to them. His eyes were cold as he looked at Tim. “You promised!” He gasped, pushing the Transvestite in the chest. “You said you wouldn’t touch him!”

“He didn’t come...” Tim muttered, mulishly. “And anyway Siri, you don’t make the rules around here.” Sirius glared at him but was unable to protest that. He couldn’t look James in the eye, he couldn’t stand the idea that he would be disgusted with him. Selling his body in exchange for getting his music heard was, for him, a small price to pay...but James would find it abhorrent. Tim smiled and walked past him, trailing a long nailed hand across his chest, his fingers catching his hair and tugging it lightly. “Meet me backstage, both of you...and don’t come alone Siri...or you know what will happen.”

Sirius shivered and nodded, staring at the floor as Tim walked away. James gathered his wits and stood straight, he grabbed Sirius and began dragging him roughly towards the door. “We’re leaving.” He muttered through his teeth but Sirius stopped, he looked back at him and saw those eyes glittering beneath the light. “What are you doing? You’re not...”

“I don’t have a choice!” Sirius said suddenly, yanking himself free of his friend and stepping back. “This way I get my music heard! People actually come here to watch me play! I-I...I can’t do this any other way! I’m...sorry...” He turned away. James paused for a split second, chewing his lip then remembered Tim’s warning. He growled in frustration and ran through the crowd after his friend.

The backstage door was closed as James stood hesitantly before it, there was a wonky sign proclaiming that only Authorised personnel could access it. With a huff he pushed open the door and entered...

Several men sat around talking softly and when the door opened they all looked up, James stood there looking completely lost until his eyes found Sirius who was on the sofa with Tim, who had forgone the dress and heels and now wore a pair of jeans and his chest was bare. He had his arm around Sirius’ shoulders and he smiled when he spotted James, beckoning him over. “Well hello there, cutey. Take a seat and enjoy the show...” He laughed as Sirius tensed slightly.

“D-Does he have to be here?” He whispered hoarsely.

“Oh yes, he’ll want to watch this...” Tim replied, his smile devilish. He turned to Sirius and pulled out a small, round pill from his pocket. “Now, take your medicine like a good little puppy...” He murmured.

Sirius opened his mouth obediently and let the man place the tablet onto his tongue. He swallowed it and let Tim kiss him slowly, their tongues tangling between open mouths, he emitted an odd kind of groan and James swallowed nervously. He really didn’t want to see this.

**David Bowie 'John, i'm only Dancing'
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