UNCEASING.

She is an arrow pointed at his heart , a poisonous gas knocking at his lungs , and he inhales. Of course he inhales. In his time under her roof , she has managed to mold him in her image , to chisel away at the facade and show their matching colors beneath. He no longer resents her for it. He no longer regrets allowing her to. 

He wets his lips and watches her approach , knowing he has opened pandora’s box. He tries not to smile , her request —her demand— sending shivers down her spine. “ Is that all you require , cousin ? ” he’s willing to wait and find out. he does as he’s told , kneeling there at the heart of the room. “ Anything else ? ”

It’s a deeply satisfying sight to see Sirius Black sink to his knees before her. She likes the taste of power on her tongue, a thrill that courses through her veins. And a handsome sight too, at that. He’s not the first man to obey her, to go on his knees for her, but there’s something glorious in the fact that it’s this particular man. They will burn together.

He’s a fool. He knows this , and he believes that because he knows this , he can be forgiven. He has to believe it. Because he doesn’t see himself being any less foolish any time soon. There is something he siphons from his cousin when they are together , something that fuels him in a way he has grown addicted to. If this is what it takes to get it , so be it. He’s rather content with that. 

“ Truly ? To pin you down and fuck you senseless. —But I’m flexible. ” Dangerous as it may be , he remains there in the open as she eyes him. He removes his shirt. “ I’ll let you do it to me if you prefer. ”

She raises an eyebrow, smirk still on her lips, as he takes off his shirt. He’s always been like her, in a sense. More like her than he wanted to admit. Because he’d wanted to rebel, to defy his parents and their family. At least that was before. And yet he’s ended up exactly like them, in true Black family fashion. Dark eyes drag over his bare chest before she tilts her head. 

She laughs.

He’s full of surprises, really. The door clicks shut behind her. She didn’t think he’d have the guts to do something like this, for all that Gryffindor bravado. His parents sent him here years ago because they wanted him to be a proper pureblood, their idea of a picture-perfect heir to match their family reputation. She wonders wryly, stepping closer towards her cousin, if that included standing in the middle of her bedroom late at night.

It’s almost too easy, really.

Reduced to a trembling mess, all meek and tense, from mere innuendo, and proximity, and the fact that the only thing she’s currently wearing with this shirt is panties. She has him eating out of the palm of her hand. The smile that she flashes him at that is vicious; an expression that lacks any and all amounts of softness, more of a carved line than anything else. Not that she cares to show him any. There’s no room for something as frivolous as that here.

“What do you think I did?”

Her movements are slow as she crosses the room, keenly aware of the distance between them, until she reaches the end of the bed, his bed, before sitting at the edge, legs uncrossed. With it, she can’t help but be reminded of the things he does in hers when she’s not around, similar to the ones she plans on doing. It’s a struggle to keep the disgust off her face but she manages it all the same. That can come later. 

Right now, she has a little game she’d like to play with him.