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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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AN: Hi, I apologise for the long time between updates but I lost the thread of this story then my computer decided It would delete all my fanfiction so I had to re-read everything to rediscover the story lines. -.-‘ Fml. Anyways, I do hope some people are still enjoying this, I certainly do enjoy writing it. (I know, it’s not perfect.) I would love it if you would leave a review; I would like to know what you guys think. Enjoy. :)

Chapter Eight: Fame

Sirius sat on the stool, his guitar sitting comfortably in his lap as his fingers caressed the fret board. The mic was inches from his lips as he sang, the chords weaving a tapestry of emotion through the air, music and lyric bonding and bursting from his soul to escape through his lungs. The strings vibrated through the tips of his fingers, his brows creased in a small frown of concentration as he poured his heart into the song, it wound into the air like a serpent, seducing the unwary listener with beauty and fierce, lilting melodies. He was hitting each pitch perfectly, his breathing was barely discernible between words and his voice rang with potential. His audience, which consisted of only three men, were captivated as the music washed over them in waves, they began to smile as Sirius went into a guitar solo, his eyes remaining shut so he didn’t lose the thread of his song. He wrapped each chord around his voice, ensnaring it and turning it into a work of art, his body vibrated with the thrill of performance and he could almost hear the screams of adulation from an audience of thousands. He shuddered as he reached the crescendo of his song and the last few notes drifted, lingering in the air like smoke before slowly fading into breathless silence. Slowly, nervously, he opened his eyes to see the men leaning towards each other and whispering behind their hands. He bit down on his lower lip and his eyes moved to the figure stood by the door of the small meeting room, Tim flashed him a brilliant smile and it eased him somewhat.

Finally one of the men, his blond hair tied back from his face and a neat, if flashy, suit clutching his body like a gaudy glove, stood and held out his hand to Sirius. “That was an inspiring performance young man,” Sirius shook his hand and a smile spread across his face. “You are very talented, we would like to hire you.”

Excitement flared inside his chest, a warm explosion that made him think of fireworks. He leapt to his feet and tried to restrain the urge to jump into the air and whoop in delight. His eyes moved to the other men who were eyeing him with predatory gleams in their eyes, Sirius suddenly felt vulnerable as if he were naked beneath a spot light. He shifted so his guitar covered his body in a protective gesture, he smiled at the man before him. “Thank you very much Mr. Yaxley, it was an honour to play for you.”

“The honour is ours, Mr. Black, we rarely hear a talent like yours…Perhaps you would like to come to a special party we have planned for this evening?”

Sirius’ eyes once again found Tim who nodded subtly and smiled around a cigarette between blood coloured lips, Sirius swallowed his nerves and forced a smile. “I would be delighted to.”

“Excellent, we will see you tonight in the Three Broomsticks club in Soho.”

Sirius nodded, “I look forward to it.”

Yaxley and his cohorts left, but not before many of them gave Sirius an appraising look, eyes as cold as daggers and as hungry as starved wolves. He shivered as he put away his guitar and felt Tim creep up behind him, arms surrounded his waist and he felt hot breath caress his neck. “You did well little puppy, now all you have to do is seal the deal with this delicious body of yours…” He ran his hands down Sirius’ chest and slipped the tips of his fingers into the tops of his jeans, Sirius let his wandering hands go where they wished as images of himself on stage flashed through his mind. He grinned to himself as hot lips found his neck and began teasing the skin there. “You are such a good boy, I must admit I’m jealous of those who will have their hands on your divine body tonight…but it must be done. If you don’t do this you will be kicked to the gutter and never heard from again.”

“Yeah.” Sirius whispered as he closed the case of his guitar and threw it over his shoulder, he turned and smiled at Tim. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“No, you couldn’t.” Tim giggled and led the way from the meeting room.

Sirius returned to his flat with his guitar slung over one shoulder, as he was fitting the key into the lock he heard someone call his name. He turned and grinned when he saw James running up to his house. When he saw James’ smile Sirius felt warmth fill the bottom of his stomach, he resisted the urge to throw his arms around him and kiss those lips and greeted him normally. “Sirius, I missed you earlier today, where’ve you been, man?”

Sirius’ smile widened and his eyes glittered with excitement. “Come in and have a drink with me, Potter.” He said and shoved open his door, the two boys stepped into the dark room and Sirius flicked the lights on. He moved to his bed and put his guitar gently down on it. “What’s your poison this evening? I have some Champaign I nicked from the parents, been saving it for an occasion…” He trailed off and went to his liquor cabinet. James watched him rummaging around, his arse fully on display in his very tight jeans. James’ eyes automatically followed each sway of his best friends hips, like a swinging watch they hypnotised him and made him wonder what it would feel like to dig his finger nails into the firm muscles beneath. He swallowed and shook his head as Sirius re-emerged with a soft cry of triumph.

“What’s the occasion?” James asked as he went to grab some glasses from the Kitchenette, Sirius moved with floating grace to the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel, he popped the cork and grinned as he poured the bubbly golden liquid into two glasses.

“Let’s toast, Jamie…”

“What to?” James asked as he took his own glass, he was extremely curious.

“To me. A toast to the next Ziggy Stardust!”

James took a moment to digest that before his eyes widened, a grin spread across his face and he laughed. “To Sirius Black, the next biggest Rock Star to come out of Britain!” He cried and downed the liquid. “I can’t believe it! Who did you get the contract with?”

“DM Records.” Sirius said and before he knew it he grabbed James into a rough embrace, he laughed loudly and began hopping up and down on the spot. Excitement spilled from every pour, his laughter filled the room and James soon joined him, they jumped and shouted their excitement to the ceiling before calming down again. “I need some tunes, man…” Sirius muttered and grabbed the bottle off of the kitchen counter before going to his record player, Led Zeppelin’s Black Dog was blasted into the room from the massive speakers. Sirius drank from the neck of the bottle and James snatched it off of him as they fell to the floor cushions, soon Sirius’ voice joined that of Robert Plant’s as he played air guitar draped across James’ lap. He wriggled and occasionally snatched the bottle from James’ fingers, all too soon it was emptied and they started on the beer.

As the alcohol flowed James found that his eyes lingered on Sirius more, he began to note odd things, such as the way he threw his head back when he laughed, or the curve of his throat when he was stretched out across the cushions, tapping one foot to the music. He noted that Sirius’ shirt fell open to reveal a few sparse black hairs that scattered his chest, even the way his chest moved when Sirius breathed became something of a fascination to James’ hungry eyes. He let them wonder Sirius’ lithe body, enjoying the way one hand was resting casually against the waist band of those sinfully tight jeans, he eyed the slither of flesh revealed by the way his shirt rode up slightly as Sirius lay on the floor thrusting his hips into the air while he strummed an invisible guitar and sang to the music. He became so lost in the small things that it took him a moment to realise that Sirius had started talking, he shook himself and frowned as he realised he was sporting an erection, he shifted surreptitiously to try and ease the tension in his jeans.

“…Jamie?”

Sirius’ voice snapped him once again from his reverie, he had been ensnared in Sirius’ hips and the bulge beneath his jeans again. “Oh…yeah, sorry…what were you on about?”

Sirius’ eye lids lowered, he saw James’ eyes crawling over his body as he stretched languidly out on the floor, slowly he smiled. “You enjoying the show?” He whispered and James blinked at him, his smirk widened as he rolled onto his front and began crawling slowly towards his best friend. “You know, we never did talk about what happened the other day…before my…visitor.” He purred and ran both hands up James’ thighs, the alcohol was giving him an inordinate amount of courage and he had the thrill of his victory with the record agency still flowing through his veins.

“S-Siri…” James croaked as Sirius took his beer from his lax fingers, he put it aside and looked up at him through his heavy fringe.

“Jamie, do you…do you want me?” He breathed, not daring to hope as his fingers lingered on James’ thighs very close to the thing he wanted above anything else in the universe. “God Jamie…I want you…” It slipped past his lips as a moan of desperation, his eyes sparkled with desire as he ran his tongue seductively across his lower lip. “Please, let me…just once…”

“B-But…I-I…I have a girlfriend…I can’t…we can’t…I-nng-God!” He gasped as gentle fingers brushed the growing bulge in his trousers, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes. Sirius let out a soft groan and moved further into James’ personal space until he was seated between his open legs.

“Shh…” Sirius whispered, massaging James’ thighs as he pressed his forehead to his chest. “Relax, what Evans doesn’t know can’t hurt her…I want this, I-” He sighed softly and his fingers moved to James’ fly, slowly, gently he unzipped it. “Just one night.” He breathed and slid it down, his eyes flicked upwards to see James with his head thrown back, his throat exposed as he bit down on his lower lip. Sirius groaned heavily and moved to pull down his friends jeans to expose his erect cock, he gazed at it longingly, sealing the image in his mind forever. Tentatively he ran his tongue over the tip, he felt James shiver and smiled assuming he was being given permission. He took the organ in one hand to steady it as he worked his tongue with expert skill, he heard James utter a groan and felt a hand sliding through his hair, he smiled and eagerly took James’ cock between his lips. He heard his friend choke in shock and the hand tightened in his hair, he took him all the way in and swallowed around his mouthful to avoid gagging.

“Oh shi-shit!” James gasped, his hips thrusting upwards helplessly as desire and passion swept his veins like lava. He closed his eyes and allowed sensation to wipe away his guilt. Nothing mattered. His whole world centred on that hot mouth encasing every inch of his cock, it was that scolding hot tongue pressing and massaging, it was the nose buried in his pubic hair. He gasped and opened his eyes as Sirius began sucking hungrily, making soft groaning noises and swallowing occasionally around the mouthful, James looked down and almost came at the sight that greeted him. It was Sirius sucking on his cock. It was a man. It was his best friend. But he had never felt anything like it before and it sent wave after wave of intense physical sensation crashing through him, overloading his senses and driving him insane. It wasn’t long before he was thrusting eagerly into that beautiful mouth, watching intently as those eyes opened to find his and suddenly, like a sharp stab of a white hot knife his orgasm twisted his gut. He choked on Sirius’ name, crying out helplessly as he came in hard spurts down his friend’s throat and Sirius swallowed like he was dying of thirst. “Oh…Oh fuck…oh Jesus…” James panted as Sirius pulled away and ran the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good.” He croaked as he filled his mind with the image of James’ face, he lay sprawled in a heap on a pile of cushions, his hair standing on end as if he’d been electrocuted and his jeans hanging half way down his thighs. His cock was limp and leaking a little as it softened against his thigh, Sirius eyed it hungrily as he ran his tongue slowly over his lips and imagined it buried deep inside him. He felt his own erection throb and he groaned softly, gently he palmed himself through his jeans as James stirred and blinked away the fog of his orgasm. Their eyes met and James went crimson, he gasped and suddenly began scrambling with his fly, he tucked himself back into his jeans and jumped to his feet. Without looking at Sirius he zipped himself back up. “J-James?” Sirius muttered, his arousal being rapidly replaced by an emptiness that wanted to engulf him. “What’s wrong?”

“This…us…I-…I can’t. We can’t…It…I…I have a girlfriend!” He straightened out his t-shirt and turned to the mirror on the wall, he ran fingers through his hair to straighten it quickly and adjusted his glasses. Still his cheeks burned and he could not meet Sirius’ eyes. “I have to go…Lily…she…she’s expecting me…See ya.” Without another word he ran for the door and yanked it open, it slammed behind him with such finality that it was like a nail in Sirius’ heart. He sat on his knees, still tasting James on his lips, but his earlier excitement had been drained from his body. He sat there and stared blankly at the damp ridden wall, his mind as blank as a piece of paper.

It was dark by the time the knock came, Sirius stirred from his place in the cushions and climbed laboriously to his feet. It was as if he had been filled with lead as he dragged his feet to the door, he yanked it open to reveal Tim whose smile faded as he looked his charge up and down. “My god! Are you really planning on going to this party wearing that?” He waved an offended hand at Sirius’ crumpled shirt and half open jeans, Tim shook his head and pushed past Sirius. He froze as he took in the empty glasses and bottles scattered around the floor. “Were you having a party, Siri?” He turned to the boy who still stood morosely by the door, his face was pale and his eyes dark. “Oh my, what on earth happened, darling?”

Sirius’ face twisted and he walked to the bed and threw himself down on it, he covered his face with his arms and rolled away from Tim. “I’m staying here.” He grumbled.

Tim frowned. “Oh no you’re not, Sirius. I worked hard to get you this gig, you’re going to go and fuck whoever wants you, even if you’re bleeding! If you want fame and fortune you will do as I say!”

“No. I’m done. I’ve f-fucked-…I’ve fucked everything!” He choked on his voice and curled tighter into a ball. “He hates me.” He whispered and Tim pouted irritably.

“A broken heart?” He asked and sighed. “Then you have more reason to go to this party, darling! What better way to heal your wounds than to meet some pretty boy who will give you the time of your sweet life?”

Sirius sniffed and peered at Tim through a gap in his arms, “You reckon?”

“I know. Now, up you get and I’ll get you looking fuckable.” He smiled as Sirius slowly uncurled himself, “There’s a good boy.”

Sirius numbly allowed himself to be dressed like a doll, Tim gave him some subtle make up to enhance his cheek bones and eyes. He made him wear his favourite pair of leather jeans with his jacket and a shirt he was supposed to wear open to expose his chest. All the while he gazed at his reflection and saw an empty shell behind his grey eyes, he had ruined everything he had had with James and now he knew they could never be friends again. He had destroyed the most precious thing he had in his life and now…now his existence was pointless. He took a shaky breath and forced a smile onto his lips, he saw Tim smirking from behind him.

“You look perfect, Siri dear.” He muttered and brushed a speck of imaginary dirt from his shoulder before handing Sirius a cigarette. “Come on, let’s go meet your destiny.”

Sirius followed obediently, he needed to get rid of the mental image of James’ face as he had realised what Sirius had done to him. He needed to erase the whole afternoon from his mind and the only way to do that was to drink it away, he would lose himself in the flesh of another and forget. After that? He realised he didn’t care.
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