Cloud from Anton, heart from Peter
ā - Ā For a nightmare. Antonin
āYou are a blood traitor, Sirius Black, and you will pay.ā
Hands and feet and arms and torso were pinned roughly against the floor and Sirius couldnāt move even if he tried. Fear pulsed through him like needles, hot and tingly down his spine and through his blood, rushing like waves. Hadnāt he escaped this? A masked figure stood alone right before Sirius. Last time there were two. It was one whoād taken him before, his voice distinctly smooth and almost seductive, an accent so proper and pure he could not be mistaken. It was the one who wanted to play with Sirius, who wanted to touch and feel him before disfiguring his handsome face.
Sirius tried to speak but his tongue was heavy and he tasted copper; blood filling his mouth to the brim.Ā
āDonāt speak, little one. I need that mouth for something else.ā He could practically hear the grin in his voice.Ā
Suddenly Sirius was aware of his own nudity, his body rigid and cold and exposed to the cold air in the underground bunker. He screamed, feeling uncharacteristically weak.
āTut tut. I said no.ā A hand clasped around his neck and squeezed so tight he couldnāt breathe. But he didnāt stop there. He continued to squeeze, harder and harder until Sirius felt blood trickling down his body and his head popped right off.
When he woke, he was gasping, his hands shooting to his neck, rubbing at the invisible wound.
ā„- For something erotic.Peter
Sirius grinned as he stared down at his friend, legs straddling just above his knees. He licked his lips hungrily in realization that heĀ wanted, neededĀ his friend. Wormtail had never been the most appealing in Siriusās eyes, not like this, but right now, hands tied to the bed, body naked, Sirius had never seen something more desirable.Ā
Peter was inexperienced and Sirius would show him all the right moves.Ā
āSiriusā¦ā His voice was deep, needy. Ā Sirius grinned as his hands smoothed down Peterās body, feeling every bump and groove of muscle and skin pulled taut as his breath hitched.Ā
āShhh,ā Sirius hissed, moving forward so their cocks pressed together as his hips rolled. He was so aroused, so fucking turned on by his friend that he could barely keep it together.Ā
Quietly, he dipped his head down, pausing briefly to hover just above Peterās lips before he pressed a rough, heated kiss against them.Ā
Sirius woke up suddenly, his body warm and uncomfortable. He pulled a face and dragged his hands over his eyes and cheeks. What the fuck was that?