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Amore et Amicitia	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Sirius/James Views: 6685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AN: Some smut action here. :p We do so enjoy the smut! Lol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you are too kind! This humble (Or not...lol) author does not deserve such praise. (Well, I do, but...ya’know gotta pretend to be humble at least ;P) :) Please, continue to enjoy the story as much as I’m enjoying writing it. Poor, poor Siri! :(

Chapter Twenty-Two: Fratres (Brothers)

James managed to corner Sirius three days later, he saw him standing by the window in the dorm. He paused and admired him for a moment, the way his hair fell so elegantly into his eyes in a way James knew his never would. His pale, almost flawless skin shone with an almost unearthly glow but his eyes were so dark they looked like storm clouds. James took a breath, Sirius turned his head and they locked gazes for a long moment. Before Sirius could leave James stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “Wait.” He said softly.

“I can’t Potter, I have to go to the library.” He said in a monotone.

“You can wait.” James said firmly, his tone broking no argument. “Sit down and listen.” He pulled Sirius to his bed and pushed him down. Sirius gazed up at him, his face expressionless. “I’m not going to ask why you’ve ditched us, Sirius.” He began slowly. “I’m not asking because I can guess. You think that by pushing us away you’re pushing us out of danger, by making sure we don’t get close to you anymore you won’t be risking our lives by association...” He paused. “But that’s crap.” He said and watched Sirius raise an aristocratic eyebrow. “You’re pushing us away because you’re a fucking coward!”

The silence was heavy as Sirius’ eyes darkened dangerously, he stood up slowly. “I am not a coward, Potter.” He said softly, his voice low.

“You are! You’re trying to run away when you can stand and fight! You’d rather take the easy way out, you’d rather submit to your parents and family and throw everything we have away. What happened to the Gryffindor Bravery?! What happened to fighting for what you believe in?”

“What happened? What happened, James, is that I have been bullied and beaten all my life! All because I asked questions, questions that my parents didn’t like! I’ve had to put with the constant hatred, the agony, the emotional turmoil my whole fucking life...and what has fighting ever got me? A black eye? Another broken rib? More pain? I’ve never felt like I was worth anything...I’ve never known kindness, not like you! How can you ever understand what it’s like to live in constant terror of your actions, on the off chance you will say something to make your father slam your face into the floor? How can you even pretend to know what it’s like to be shut in your room with only water and no food? How can you know what it’s like to be despised and hated because you think differently to everyone else? Tell me how living with this is remotely cowardly?!”

“So your answer to all that is to lie down and take it?” James asked quietly.

Sirius sneered. “No. I’ve realised how useless my battles are. If I don’t piss anyone off, I can perhaps lessen the beatings, if I can stop antagonising my parents they won’t be able to punish me...”

“What about your convictions? What about your pride in who you are?”

“I can change who I am.” Sirius breathed. “I can change...It won’t make me happy...but it is possible. If I have to I’ll never shag another bloke again, if I have to I’ll sleep with every girl in this school to show people I’m not different.”

“But you are.” James whispered, he looked hurt. “You are different, Sirius...you didn’t get sorted into Slytherin, there was a reason for that! When I met you I liked you for who you were! I like you for you, not what your parents want you to be!”

“I didn’t get sorted into Slytherin because I chose not to!” Sirius snapped, his eyes narrowing furiously. “I chose Gryffindor because I was trying to break away from tradition, because I realised when I met you that I was-” He cut himself off and looked at the floor. “I was supposed to be put into Slytherin, I was meant to be with my family...isn’t that proof enough? Isn’t that enough reason for me to stop fighting a battle that I will die fighting?” He looked up and saw fury in James’ eyes. “I’m done, James.” He whispered. “I’m tired of fighting...”

“Then you’re an idiot.” James said firmly. “You’re not only a coward you’re stupid!”

Something snapped in Sirius and with the speed of a cat he punched James in the face. “FUCK OFF!” He shouted as James stumbled backwards into the nearby bed post, he was clutching his face. “Don’t tell me I’m a coward! Don’t you dare pretend you know what I’m going through! You bastard!” Sirius panted.

James licked blood from his lip and straightened. “I’m telling the truth.” He said firmly. “You know I am!”

Sirius growled and hit James again, this time in the stomach. James doubled over as the air rushed from his lungs, pain flared in his body and he fell to his knees. “Shut up!”

“Y-You know...You know what you’re doing is wrong!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!” Sirius grabbed James and slammed him into the bed post, he saw him wince and his glasses fell to the floor. The brief pause was heavy and before either boy could consider what they were doing they were kissing. Neither had any recollection as to who started it, but before they knew it James was pulling off Sirius’ school shirt, his fingers fumbling and tearing the material. Sirius fell backwards, still kissing James passionately, he felt that wonderful flare in his chest and groaned heavily as James pushed him roughly to the other bed. The hard wood pressed into his back from the post and he suddenly grabbed James’ hair roughly and pulled away, he gazed into hazel eyes for a second before dropping to his knees. He met James’ eyes as he ripped open his trousers and pulled them to his knees with his shorts. James gazed down at him through a heady haze of anger and a passion so intense he couldn’t even form a coherent thought. He grabbed Sirius’ hair with one hand and forced his head towards his erection. He had been utterly unaware of how turned on he was, too involved in his argument to think about it. Sirius took him into his mouth, one hand wrapped around the base and began sucking. “Ah-nnng...” James grabbed the bed for support with the hand that wasn’t tangled in Sirius’ hair, he closed his eyes and felt Sirius’ tongue moving across the head of his penis. “S-Sirius...” He gasped and thrust his hips.

After a while James felt his orgasm approaching, with a great wrench he dragged Sirius to his feet and pushed him onto the bed. He kissed him, probing his mouth deeply with his tongue and chasing the taste of his own pre-cum. Sirius grabbed him, his fingers tearing his shirt and his nails digging into the skin of his back as he ground his hips desperately into James’ leg. “Oh...Oh shit...” Sirius gasped between deep kisses, he shuddered violently and began fumbling with his own trousers. James helped him pull them off before he grabbed his legs and without any preparation what so ever pushed himself into Sirius’ tight body. Both of them groaned and Sirius grabbed handfuls of sheets, he gasped and uttered a pained grunt as James finally settled. “Jamie...Jamie...I fucking missed you!” Sirius cried as he arched his back, once again feeling that inexplicable constant pressure in his gut, as if he was going to cum at any given moment. His body responded to James’ intrusion by bucking against him, he loved the sharp pain, the tugging of fingers in his hair, the feeling of finally, finally being whole.

James shuddered, muttering Sirius’ name into his open mouth as they kissed. He swallowed Sirius’ moans, his soft cursing and sank himself ever deeper into Sirius’ trembling body. “Holy fuck!” He hissed as he increased his pace, he was drawing closer and closer to completion. His body begged for release, but what sent him over the edge was gazing down into clouded silver eyes and seeing Sirius’ lips forming his name. “Sirius! Hnnng...fuck!” His orgasm hit him so suddenly it knocked the breath from him, he collapsed over his friend with a heaving chest as he felt Sirius’ semen covering both their chests.

They lay together for a while until they began to feel the cold seeping into their bodies, finally James rolled away reluctantly. He turned his head and watched Sirius lie still. He had one hand on his half-bared chest, his hair was tangled around his head and his eyes were closed. His lips parted slightly as he caught his breath. “What are we?” He breathed without looking at James. “What are we to each other?”

James considered for a long time. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I have no idea...but...whatever this is, I like it. I’ve liked it since the first time we kissed. Everything seems so right.”

Sirius’ eyes opened to reveal eyes as bright as the stars, he turned his head so he was looking at James. “Just because it feels right doesn’t mean it is.”

“But you want this.” James whispered. “I want this.” He rolled onto his side and pushed his fingers gently through Sirius’ hair, he watched his eyes soften and he lifted his own hand and brushed it down James’ cheek. “No matter what happens, Sirius, I will always be your friend...I’ll never leave you.”

Sirius sighed as James kissed him, he opened his mouth and allowed the kiss to be deepened, his hand moved to the back of James’ neck and held him in place. They both moaned softly, their voices mingling. Slowly James drew away, he was leaning over Sirius and he felt the intensity of the moment. Sirius’ eyes were half-lidded, revealing silver slits beneath black lashes. “I love you.” He breathed softly, barely a whisper of air past his lips and James had to force himself from recoiling. “I love you James Potter.”

For a long time James was utterly silent, his mouth hanging open slightly as he searched his own feelings, he had no idea what love was supposed to feel like but when he thought of Sirius he felt warm, when he was with him he felt happy and secure...was that Love? It was a mysterious concept and his fourteen year old brain had difficulty with it, slowly he shook his head and nuzzled Sirius’ hair. “Don’t tell me that.” He whispered. “Not yet. Wait, wait until we’re older and we know for certain...”

Sirius smiled slightly and nodded. “Alright.” He said and kissed James again. “Thank you, Jamie. Thank you for stopping me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

XXX

When Remus came up to the dorm it was to find Sirius and James curled up around each other, their fingers were tightly entwined and they both had beautiful smiles on their faces. Remus felt his own smile surface and he chuckled softly, relief flooded him and he took a step towards the bed. James looked up at him and smiled sleepily. “Moony...” He muttered with a yawn, lifting a hand he beckoned their friend over and Remus moved closer. “Come join us, you look knackered mate.”

Remus grinned and lay down so he was curled beside James, he closed his eyes happily, ignoring the fact that he was still in his clothes. He felt a heavy arm thrown across his back and hot breath on the back his ear; “I’m sorry, Moony.” Sirius’ rough voice whispered from behind him. “Forgive me.”

“Always, Siri.” Remus muttered in reply as James wrapped an arm around both of them. “Always.”

Together the three of them fell into a deep sleep, their soft snores were the only sounds in the dorm.

XXX

The next day the school was filled with rampant whispers; Sirius Black was once again hanging around with his friends, only now they were going around calling themselves a name. It was an odd name but everyone agreed it suited them. The foursome became the Marauders, and they rapidly became more infamous than they ever had before, their pranks tipped the scale and the teachers were beginning to find it harder and harder to place them into detention. Somehow, after committing a prank they would disappear, it was beginning to become increasingly difficult to pin anything on them. Only the Marauders knew what was going on, only they knew of the incomplete map tucked firmly away inside Sirius’ chest of draws and protected by heavy magical enchantments.

James and Sirius had never been happier, when they were in the corridors they would be seen laughing loudly with their arms around each other’s shoulders or whispering softly to each other in darkened corners. Sirius was once again feeling as if nothing could touch him, he was happy and even thoughts of returning home for the summer couldn’t dampen his spirits. He laughed easily, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and whenever he and James were alone they would kiss as often as possible. They continued to reaffirm their bonds through delicate touches, firm hands and soft whispers of affection. Sirius was in heaven.

James’ performance on the Quidditch pitch returned to normal, he would play with renewed vigour, he scored more goals than anyone else. Even after they had lost to Slytherin he brought Gryffindor within reach of the cup with each goal. Sirius screamed his support with the rest of the supporters, when James made a particularly spectacular goal by hanging upside down from his broom and throwing the Quaffle into the central hoop, Sirius put his lips to his hands and howled. Remus laughed loudly and joined him, James whizzed over their heads laughing and whooping in delight. Soon the whole of Gryffindor were howling, although only the Marauders understood the deeper meaning to the noise.

When James landed after the match and Gryffindor had triumphed over Hufflepuff, it was Sirius who knocked him off his feet. James was wrapped in his familiar embrace as he was pushed backwards, they lay on the grass as more people began surrounding them, but even as they were enfolded in Crimson and Gold James only smiled for Sirius.

As they were walking back to the Gryffindor tower, arm in arm with each other, Sirius spotted a group of figures watching him with dark eyes. He saw his brother standing in the shadows of the entrance hall and he paused. James looked back at him as he slipped free of their group embrace.

“What’s wrong, Siri?” Remus asked.

Sirius smiled at them. “I’ll meet you up there...I have some things I need to sort out.”

James glanced at Sirius’ brother. “Should I go with you?”

Sirius shook his head. “I’m fine, Jamie. Go on ahead...celebrate.” He lifted his hand and gave them a lazy salute, he smiled at his friends before walking away with his hands tucked into his pockets.

Regulus watched his brother walk towards him, he saw how happy he was with an easy smile and a gold and crimson scarf wrapped around his throat. Regulus swallowed nervously, he wasn’t there by choice, he had been coerced into his predicament and it made him sick with guilt at what his Slytherin friends were about to do.

Sirius drew closer, his eyes flicking over Regulus’ friends before alighting on his brother. “What’s wrong?” He asked as he scanned his face, he seemed to spot something in his eyes that put him on edge.

Regulus tried to smile but before he could even attempt to speak his friends stepped forward and encircled Sirius whose hand dropped to his pocket on instinct, Regulus knew he excelled at duels, even their father had to admit it. Sirius’ face fell into a frown and he looked at Regulus. “Sirius...” He began but Sirius’ eyes filled with hurt.

“You bastard.” He breathed before his fingers closed around his wand and he shouted an incantation.

Suddenly the area before Regulus exploded into shouts, bright flashes of light and he raised his hands to cover his face. He heard a cry, a grunt and lots of swearing and when he finally withdrew his hands from his face he saw Sirius on his knees before him, he had his head bowed and Rosier held his wand with a large grin. Slowly Sirius lifted his head, two older boys held him by the arms so he was trapped, his eyes met Regulus’ and the hurt registered there was too much for him, he turned and walked away.

Sirius watched his brother go, he could feel a trickle of blood running down his face from where he must have been cut but he could hardly feel the pain. He spat more blood to the floor and looked up at Evan Rosier as he paced before him, he was surrounded by Slytherins. “You truly are a fucking dirty Bloodtraitor, aren’t you Black? And to think, everyone thought that you were coming to your senses for a while...I’m sure your mum’s going to be mightily upset with you.”

Sirius growled in his throat, his top lip peeling back from his teeth. “It’s none of your business what I do, or what happens to me, Rosier!” He snapped furiously. “You’re a fucking coward; Disarming me when I wasn’t expecting it, and its five on one here.”

“So? You’ve attacked Severus Snape two on one plenty of times.”

“That’s different! He gets us as often as we get him!”

Rosier shrugged before pointing his wand directly into Sirius’ face. “I could kill you, you know.”

Sirius let out a single humourless bark of laughter. “Not only would you not have the fucking guts, Rosier, but you would be caught instantly. This is fucking school.”

“Ok, then perhaps I’ll try something a little different...” His smile made Sirius struggle violently as he was restrained by the other Slytherins.

“You wouldn’t dare! It’s life in Azkaban for using the Cruciatus Curse on a fellow human being!” Sirius hissed.

“It is, except we wouldn’t make it so obvious...” He looked at one of the boys holding Sirius’ arm. “Break it.”

“Wha-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sirius screamed as his arm was bent cruelly backwards, he threw his head back as he heard and felt an audible snap. He gasped and fell to the cool grass when he was released.

“Whoops, you seem to have fallen down the stairs...oh dear.” Rosier smiled. He raised his wand...

XXX

James was wating for Sirius in the common room, he was fidgety and paced back and forth before the fire until the common room was empty except Peter, Remus and himself. “He should be back by now.” He muttered and ruffled up the back of his hair.

“He will be, he’s probably off being shagged by some bloke.” Peter muttered mulishly.

“I doubt it, unless he’s with his brother...” Remus grimaced. “That’s a nasty thought.”

James pulled a disgusted face. “Ew...really Remus, sometimes I wander about your sanity.”

Remus chuckled. “It does happen.”

“Well...yeah...but with Regulus wouldn’t it be a bit like Sirius having sex with himself?”

Remus frowned. “They do look very similar...”

“That’s disgusting.” Peter said with a shudder.

James gazed into the fireplace and considered. Two Sirius’? He smirked to himself as he imagined what he could do with two Sirius’. A shame Regulus is in Slytherin. He sighed and returned his attention to his surroundings.

It was midnight before Remus finally stood up, he looked worried now. “Let’s take the cloak and go look for him.” He said.

XXX

They found him lying in a shadowed corner by the entrance, James flew from beneath the cloak and ran to his side, he fell to his knees beside his best friend and lit his wand. Sirius was lying curled in a ball, his breathing was irregular and he appeared to be unconscious, he was shivering violently, his hands twitching and his face was as white as ghost. James pushed hair from his face, his skin was freezing. “Sirius?” He whispered, shaking him slightly. “Sirius, wake up!”

Remus froze in Horror for a second before turning on Peter. “Go get Pomfrey.” He ordered and watched Peter scamper away, he knelt at Sirius’ side and began slowly rolling him onto his back. Both he and James gasped. Sirius’ left arm was twisted at a horrible angle, James could clearly see the sick white of what could only be bone sticking through the back of his robes.

“He broke his arm...” James breathed.

“How?” Remus replied. “You don’t think that...?” He met James’ furious gaze.

“Slytherins.” James hissed and his hands clenched into fists on his knees. “They’ve just declared war.”
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