Second Chances

TITLE: Second Chances

AUTHOR: Lady Sirius

PAIRING: SB/RL

RATING: NC17

FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling

- I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)


DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy
inspiration - Gary Oldman. And it is also dedicated to my good friend
Kitty - she is the Remus to my Sirius in our rpgs, and has inspired me
to write about their love.

Chapter 8

Everything Old is New Again

It was a classic - a vintage Indian - found by accident in a muggle junkyard and lovingly restored and brought back to life by Sirius Black himself to a pristine condition. With a few extras, for good measure. It gleamed, black and silver, a truly magnificent beast, and Sirius had always been quite proud of it. Many hours had he and Remus spent on that motorcycle, either in flying, or in making love - and Sirius would have been hardpressed to say just which he enjoyed more, but more than likely he would have chosen Remus - he always did.

He had last seen the bike when he had lent it to Hagrid to convey the infant Harry to the Dursleys and out of harm\'s way, before his fateful confrontation with that bastard Peter Pettigrew which had ended so badly, and cost him twelve years of his life. Twelve years locked away in the hellhole that was Azkaban, attempting to stay sane, and having no idea if Remus still cared or not - or hated him, as he was afraid. But all that was behind them now, and they were free to begin their lives again, and would be more so once Sirius\' name was cleared.

Sirius thought about that motorcycle a lot, especially now, due to his enforced imprisonment at Grimmauld Place. It dominated his thoughts, filled his waking moments, especially when he was alone. He hated the confinement, hated not having anything useful to do, hated being cooped up inside when he wanted nothing more than to be free, to merely be again - to exist beneath the wide open sky and to embrace it as a longlost friend. To run and play, to make love to Remus beneath the dark night sky, as well as in full view of the warm sun. The feeling grew stronger with each passing day, and got worse when Remus had to leave on Order business, and he tossed and turned, alone in their bed. Until finally, he made a decision.......

He waited until Remus was gone for several days to put his plan into action. He knew his lover would disapprove of what he was doing, the risks he would be taking - the possible exposure, or worse, possible capture and re-imprisonment. And deep down inside, Sirius probably realized it too. But, as usual, his impulsiveness overrode what little common sense he had, and he acted on his feelings, rather than giving it any true thought.

There was no easy way to get to Hogwarts, not without some assistance, and there was no one he could turn to for that, so he had to be content with transfiguring into Padfoot and travelling that way. It took nearly two days and he was tired and hungry before he arrived, but at least the return journey would be swifter, and much more comfortable.

When he emerged from the Forbidden Forest, he saw Hagrid\'s hut, smoke curling warmly from the chimney, and it all seemed so familiar to him, even with the passage of time. If anyone knew where his bike was, surely it would be the gentle giant. Checking to make sure that no one else was about, either students or faculty, Padfoot crept up to the backdoor of the hut, and Sirius Black stole quietly inside. There was not a lock made that could withstand his lockpicking skills, but Hagrid made it even easier by never locking his door.

He found Hagrid sitting at his table, appearing not a day older than when he had last seen him, apparently taking notes for some of his classes, muttering to himself as he tried to direct his thoughts into a sensible order. Fang lay beside him, his head resting on Hagrid\'s large feet, and merely looked up lazily at the wizard\'s entrance. Hagrid looked up himself, and didn\'t seem surprised to see Sirius there.

\"Hullo, Sirius,\" he greeted him, nodding.

\"Hagrid,\" Sirius returned with a grin.

\"Ya know you\'re taking a risk by being here?\" the other man said, his eyes meeting Sirius\' - not yelling, merely informing.

\"I know,\" Sirius agreed, \"I won\'t stay long. It\'s been a long time, hasn\'t it? Not since the night.........\" he paused, trying not to conjure up an image of that night in his mind, but it would come, whether he wanted it to or no. The frantic attempt to save James and Lily, arriving at their house too late, seeing them like that, and the crying baby they had left behind. Then having to give Harry up to Hagrid, because it was Dumbledore\'s orders. Giving him his bike to speed him on his way, and leaving for his own appointment with destiny.

\"Nope, not since then,\" Hagrid agreed, his knowing eyes flickering over Sirius\' face. \"Never thought it was you, anyways, never thought you had it in you, to be telling the truth. You and James and Remus - you were all good boys. Maybe a bit wild, specially you and James.\"

Sirius couldn\'t help but laugh. \"That\'s a nice way of putting it,\" he said. \"We were actually complete prats at times. We\'re lucky Dumbledore didn\'t expel us.\"

\"Professor Dumbledore is a wise man,\" Hagrid said, \"he sees many things that others don\'t. There is no one greater than him.\" He stood up from the table, Fang whining as he moved. \"Shush you,\" he admonished him, then he looked at Sirius. \"You\'ll be wanting your keys, no doubt.\"

\"You know why I am here?\"

\"Course. I been \'specting you ever since I heard you was settled back into Grimmauld Place.\" He reached into a drawer, and drew out the objects in question, handing them to the animagus, who took them gratefully. \"Albus said to tell you to be very careful, and try not to attract attention to yourself on that thing.\"

\"How....?\"

\"He knew you\'d be back eventually, even though common sense said not to. He told me you\'d probably wait til Professor Lupin wasn\'t around and sneak on back here.\" Hagrid related in a matter-of-fact tone.

\"Oh he did, did he?\" Sirius snorted gently. \"That man knows too much for his own good.\" But he didn\'t bother denying the truth in Hagrid\'s words. He clutched the keys tightly for a moment, letting the metal dig into his palm. \"And yes, I had best be off, hadn\'t I, if I\'m to get back before Remus.\"

\"It\'s in the shed,\" Hagrid said, grinning.

\"Thanks for keeping it for me,\" Sirius said gratefully.

\"I didn\'t mind,\" Hagrid said. \"You come on back when it\'s safe to do so, and not before. And bring Professor Lupin with you.\"

\"I\'ll do that,\" Sirius promised as he headed out toward the shed.

He drew back the door, and there it was. He was half afraid to see what kind of condition it was in. Probably hadn\'t been touched since Hagrid had put it there all those years ago. But it wasn\'t grimy nor dusty, no not at all. It shone metallically, so much so that he could see his reflection in the chrome. Grinning in a pleased manner to himself, he wheeled it back from the shed, closing it behind him. Now, if it would only start.

He threw one leg over the seat - gods how good, how familiar, it felt - lowered himself onto it and rested his black booted foot on the running board. He inserted the ignition key, held his breath, and turned it. Nothing happened immediately, and for just a second, he was disappointed. But then it caught with a roar, sputtering into life and purring smoothly, and he couldn\'t help but smile. But there was no time to dawdle. Remy could be back at any time - he didn\'t exactly have a timetable to follow, and Sirius had to be there first, so that he could explain what he had done and smooth over the angry words that were bound to follow.

He took the motorcycle up, up into the air, thrilling at the feel of it, the breeze against his cheeks, the wind whipping at his long black hair. He felt completely and utterly alive, and he threw back his head and laughed aloud at the sheer pleasure of it all. He knew Remy would forgive him when he saw how happy the bike made him - although not right away, and not without some cajoling, and pouting - a lot of pouting, he figured, as he quickly made his way back toward London, and Grimmauld Place.

He arrived there about dusk, stealing quietly into the evening London traffic, and not drawing any attention to himself. He stashed the bike behind the house, using a concealment charm, entering through the kitchen, and listening for signs of habitation. He looked to see if Remus\' briefcase were in its normal spot when he was there - upstairs, in the bedroom, beside the bed. No, not there, so he hadn\'t returned yet. Good. Sirius breathed a grateful sigh at that.


It was the middle of the night when Sirius sensed the return of his lover. He was dozing lightly, having awakened once already from a bad dream and not wanting to drift off too deeply, when his keen ears caught the sound of a step on the stair, and his heightened sense of smell told him who it was. He smelled Remy, and he smiled to himself at the knowledge - he smelled his lover\'s tiredness, but also his happiness at being back and, unless his senses deceived him, a whiff of desire which Remus was doing his best to conceal. Just thinking of Remus coming upstairs and to their bed was enough to make Sirius\' cock twitch in anticipation. He closed his eyes, rolled onto his side, and pretended to be fast asleep.

The door to their room was softly opened, and Remus entered quietly, lest he awaken Sirius. He undressed in the dark, having marvelous night vision, and silently slid beneath the blankets, snuggling up against Sirius\' warm form, and putting his arms around him. Sirius fought the urge to just roll over and reveal his awake status. He remained still, feeling the warmth of Remus pressed up against him, their naked bodies touching as they fit perfectly together. He felt Remus\' lips softly kiss his neck as his wolf prepared to go to sleep, sighing contentedly as he murmured,\"Love you, Sirius,\" not knowing that he could be heard.

Still pretending to be asleep, Sirius moaned and moved back against Remus, pushed against his groin, felt his cock begin to harden, and sensed Remus waging an inner battle. He knew exactly what his wolf was thinking - should he wake his sleeping lover and continue what had been started, or be a good boy and roll over and go to sleep? To make the decision even harder, Sirius rolled over in his \"sleep\", throwing out one hand, which just happened to land in just the right spot, and he could hear the swift intake of Remus\' breath at this development. Sirius mumbled a bit for good measure - \"Remy, love you......\"

Remus tried to be good, not to take advantage of a sleeping man, as he tried to disengage himself from his lover\'s hand. But Sirius was making that hard, no pun intended. He rolled around in his \"sleep\", continuing to brush up against him, before rolling on top of him, so that their groins were touching, both of them quite hard. He smirked to himself as he did this, until he heard a familiar voice whispering in his ear, \"I know damn well you\'re not asleep, Sirius, so quite pretending to be if you wish me to make love to you,\" and he opened his eyes to find Remus regarding him with an amused grin.

\"Had you going there, didn\'t I?\" Sirius asked mischievously.

\"If you think so,\" Remus humoured him.

\"No, I know so,\" Sirius began to argue, but the touch of Remus\' lips put a stop to that, and he was more than happy to let Remus make love to him into the wee hours of the morning, before they fell asleep contentedly in one another\'s arms.


Sirius awoke with the morning light, his mind on his motorcycle, and the best way to present Remus with his fait accompli. No matter how he did it, he was sure he was going to hear about it. He wanted to put Remus into the best mood possible before he told him, give himself more of a fighting chance.

He watched his sleeping lover, and he smiled to himself, remembering their lovemaking of the night before. Well actually morning by the time they were through. Remus was so beautiful, so serene - his face lightly flushed, a look of contentment evident in his expression, of great peace. As he watched, Remy rolled over and the sheet which was covering him slipped off, revealing his naked form. Sirius smiled at the sight, admiring his lover\'s beautiful body. And then an idea came to him.

He waited until Remus rolled onto his back once more to set his plan in motion. He crawled in between his legs, lowering his head to meet his lover\'s body, his tongue reaching out to touch his inner thighs, licking them softly, inhaling the fragrance that was Remus, and pressing his nose against his warm flesh. Remus stirred slightly. Sirius looked up, but he was only mumbling in his sleep. He bent his head to the task once more.

He moved his tongue around Remus\' balls, licking at them gently, loving the way he tasted. As he licked, he noticed that Remus was getting an erection, even in his sleep, which pleased Sirius to no end, as that was the effect he had been striving for. He moved his tongue up to that growing erection, pressing against the thick vein which lay on the underside, the tenderest portion of his lover\'s cock. It twitched as he touched it. He raised his eyes to Remus again - still asleep. Good.

He took Remus\' hard cock into his mouth, engulfing it within his warmth. Gods, he loved the way he tasted - the fresh natural scent of Remus which was usually mingled with a definite background of chocolate, and a hint of spiciness. A taste that was uniquely his lover\'s and which Sirius would always treasure. He pulled his mouth back, running his tongue across the length of his hardness again, tantalizing it, teasing it. He teased the tender slit at the head, poking into it, caressing the tip of the shaft, before consuming the whole thing again.

He could hear Remus\' moans as he sucked on his very hard cock. When Sirius looked up at him, his eyes were still closed, but he thought he detected a change in the rate of his breathing. Which was confirmed when he felt Remus\' hand clasp the back of his head, winding themselves within Sirius\' dark curls tightly.

Devoting himself wholeheartedly to his task, he sucked harder on Remus, taking him in all the way to the root, feeling him touch the back of his throat. He moaned as he worked, letting the vibrations course through his lover\'s hardness. Remus trembled at Sirius\' touch, at the expert way he deepthroated him. He kept his hands clasped in Sirius\' beautiful hair, encouraging him.

\"Gods, Sirius,\" he moaned.

Sirius murmured his lover\'s name into his cock, sending even more pleasant vibrations thrilling through him. He could taste the precum seeping into his mouth, knew that Remus was getting close. He grabbed his balls, squeezed them tightly, eliciting further moans from his lover, as he brushed his teeth lightly across his hardness.

Remus came at that moment, and he came hard, in great sticky waves which spilled into his lover\'s eager mouth. Sirius took it all, eagerly, lovingly, as Remus screamed out his name. \"SIRIUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!\" Enthusiastically Sirius sucked, until there was nothing left to suck, and he softly kissed the softening cock, before climbing back up beside Remus, who took him in his arms and kissed him passionately.

\"I love you, Remy,\" he breathed into his kiss.

\"Love you, Sirius,\" his lover replied, his breath so warm, so gentle..........

..............................until he felt that same breath in his ear, and that same voice, having dropped an octave or so, with a bit of an edge to it, ask, \"Would you like to explain to me about the motorcycle in the back yard, Sirius?\"