Of Beauty

part two of chapter 8-Adventures In Voyeurism


~ Sirius’ p.o.v ~

I returned to the party, looking for Matthew and his 3 friends, when I felt that astute gaze upon me again, I turned around quickly, anger and disturbed lust rising in me in equal fervor, I hated his perceptive gaze, because it told me nothing of his plans, all I knew was that he desired me, but the sharp gaze he bestowed upon me unneunnervingly secretive, I wished I could read his mine, simply to calm my racing heart, but I could not.
I walked off, trying to locate my companions, as well as lose sight of him in the mass of drunk, tumbling men that swarmed around the ballroom, but I was unsuccessful, in both ventures.
Finally I decided to face my tormentor head on, or simply to wait for him to approach me.
I stood next to the bar, a glass of Silphany red wine in my hand, sipping nervously from the delicate flute, my gaze searching for my tormentor’s green eyed stare, I could not find him, it should have been a blessing, but instead I was disappointed, I had already decided to confront the matter head on, only to have him disappear, it did not seem fair at all, I pouted sullenly, sipping from the sweet tasting aphrodisiac in my twitching palm.
A strong hand seized my shoulder in a light grip; I jumped in fright, turning around quickly to face Heyworth himself.
My fright immediately turned to anger, my purple eyes flashing with resentment.
The old ogre had the nerve to laugh! He did look more handsome that way, his hawkish features softened, putting more emphasis on the delicate curve of his mouth, his green eyes appeared bigger and dominated his face, his jaw was strong, his nose straight and long, but I found him so appealing, arousing.
Which made my resentment rise to new heights.
“Why are you following me?” I demanded an answer, my voice no more than a harsh whisper, but I knew he heard me, loud and clear.
“why do you think? I desire you, I usually get what I want as you can see for yourself” he smiled predatorily at me, his hands caressing my cheek, forefinger tracing the fullness of my sore lips, I pulled away from his alluring touch, trying to control the rise of heat in my body.
He had done nothing yet, but already I felt naked, vulnerable, exposed.
But what terrified me most was that I enjoyed the feeling, I wanted him to control me. Was this really my secret wish? To know what it feels like to be at the mercy of another? Or perhaps I wanted to relinquish control, just for a little while, to hand my care over to soe ele else.
Like Remus had done, when he confided in us after a long duress about being a werewolf, he placed his life in our hands, his care in my hands, and I let him down.
While I was lost in my thoughts of control and trust, Heyworth’s hands had traveled to my neck, caressing and massaging the tense muscles, leaning closer so he could whisper in my ears.
“come with me Sirius, give me control”
his demand was forceful, but done so manipulatively that I dared not refuse.
His large warm hand closed over my chilled nervous hand in a light grip as he tugged me slowly up the stairs, I followed numbly, surrendering to him, without struggle.
We climbed up the flight of stairs, only to climb another and then another.
We stopped at the eight floor of the mansion, my breath now coming in gasps, as beside me he stood still, not even a bit out of breath.
We walked down a long winding corridor, there were doors lined in the corridor, but we didn’t go through any of them, simply walking on.
My mind was in turmoil, both condemning me and pleading with me, but I could not break through this enchantment.
We walked on, while I contemplated how much the man and the house resembled one another, both enchanting but confusing, intricate and in both I was lost.
We stopped before a door, it was not unusual in any way, simply a wooden door. He reached towards the door handle twisting it to the left, the door opened with a soft click.
The room we entered was bathed with candlelight as well, and consisted of an old comfortable armchair, a writing desk and a huge king sized bed, complete with bedposts and silk black sheets.
But the most surprising thing was the naked young man that lay beneath the black silk sheets.
The milioner stepped towards the bed, the young male rising to an upward position to meet him, half way, they shared a sweet loving kiss, hands trailing over each others body with keen familiarity.
They separated gently, hands still clutching each other’s , be, before relinquishing that hold as well.
The milioner turned towards me, his gaze sure and steady as he introduced me to his lover, for I had no doubt that they were lovers.
“Sirius, meet Conner, my love”
I smiled nervously at the naked young men. He looked to be in his early 20’s, his hair was a deep chestnut color, the straight locks, framing his sweet heart shaped face, his lips were full and plush pink, eyes the color of stormy gray, yet they held such sincerity, such goodness, I could not help but compare him to Remus, though he looked nothing like him, but the emotions radiating from his turbulent eyes were so like Remus’ beautiful tortured soul, and for that and that alone I loved him instantly.
The gray eyes met mine, an amused look in their fiery depths, he rose off the bed, his strong body smooth and hairless, not a stitch of clothing marred his naked beauty.
He stood before me, broad shouldered, muscled chest leading down to a flat stomach, thin waist.
His legs were long and firm, his cock lay nestled in his chestnut pubic hair.
“He is perfect my love” his voice was just above a whisper, sultry and aroused.
“I thought so myself, my heart” replied the milioner by my side with the same fervor.
Conner stepped even closer to me, our bodies only few inches apart, he caressed my cheek softly with the back of his hand, I inhaled sharply but could not move away from the warm worshiping touch, I found myself leaning into the unsolicited touch.
“His skin is so soft, so warm, my love, he is exquisite”
He exclaimed, his voice tainted by the soft underentrent of lust.
Warm lips pressed against the delicatin oin of my neck, a hand threading through my hair, uncovering the nape of my neck, followed swiftly by hot kisses, rained upon the gentle patch of skin reveled.
I moaned softly, my left hand automatically tangled in the honey-colored locks of Heyworth.
My moaning lips caught in a fierce kiss as Conner’s full lips crushed into mine, tongue pushing past my pliant mouth to ravage the welcoming heat within.
Two pairs of strong hands busily worked on the fastening of the robe, I had just dawned back a mere fifteenutesutes ago.
The dark blue fabric pooled to the floor, caressing my thighs in its wake, followed by two pairs of worshipful hands.
My lips bruised under the ferocious assault, but each time Conner made too tear his lips from mine, I strove to keep them there by any means, my tongue, my lips, my teeth.
Finally the need for air overpowered the need for contact and we broke apart, breathless and panting, I leaned back, my chest expanding with each deep breath I took, leaning against Heyworth’s strong frame, feeling his arms embrace me from behind, propelling my body to move forward towards the huge silk covered bed.
We stopped when my knees touched the bed. He turned me towards him, my arms grabbing his shoulders for support as we finally stood face to face.
One arm held lightly to my naked waist, the other caressed my cheek, worshipping the silky texture of my skin.
“You are so beautiful, desirable” he whispered quietly, his mouth pressed to my skin as he spoke, the vibrations trailing over my cheeks, through my body, I shivered in his warm embrace, desire coursing hot and strong warring with my cautiousness.
“I want Conner to fuck you, I want to watch you and him on this huge bed, with the black sheets tangled between your sweaty limbs. I want that beautiful mouth around his cock, around mine. I want to cum in your mouth Sirius, would you let? I bet you would look lovely on your back taking all of Conner inside of you. Can I watch? Would you deny me Sirius?”
He spoke so sexily, so dirty in my ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of my ear, he chuckled softly as I shivered, flustered and aroused in his arms.
Tongue gently teasing my ear lobe, he whispered again.
“Will you deny me, Sirius? Just say yes, let us pleasure you.”
Biting down gently on my ear lobe, I moaned helplessly, my cock twitching in eagerness, beneath the curly mass of coarse black-blue curls.
“Yes” I replied, feebly, my eyes staring straight into the depth of his moss green eyes. I repeated my answer again, this time with more self-confidence and control; I was no weakling after all!
“Yes”
I took no more time to ponder my actions, I had after all, allowed no one the pleasure of taking me, and I needed to feel that wonderful consuming possession again.
Remus would say I am vulnerable right now and should make no rush decision, but I fear Remus sometimes doesn’t know the real me.
The real me is ruled by rushed decisions, as I’m sure both he and I, as well as James and Peter have all learned on our own flesh and blood, let us all refer to the Whomping Willow incident that occurred a mere two weeks ago, a prime example of my rushed judgment, wouldn’t you agree?
So why must I deny my own desire? My own needs? And again I make these reckless decisions, but I did learn one thing, I will never let my hasty resolutions harm my friends, ever again, I alone should bear the burn of consequences.
I lifted my head, my mouth opening in readiness, followed swiftly by Heyworth’s groan of passion at my wantonness, his mouth pressing insistently against my mouth, his tongue, snaking past my full red lips.
Our tongues tangled and dueled in my mouth, until finally I sucked on his tongue, moaning my pleasure at the slick muscle wrapped in the tight folds of my tongue.
We broke apart, Heyworth, retreating to the comfortable armchair. He striped off his dressy burgundy robe, the silk material slithering to the floor with a soft hissing sound and he sat down, watching.
My eyes traced his naked beauty, the hairy broad chest, the muscular built, powerful thighs, and the long thick cock, standing proud and erect, begging for my attention.
I turned towards Conner, motioning for him to step cloto mto me, my gaze coy yet sultry. I was no longer the adolescent, self-conscious lad I was upon entering this room, I was now Ss Bls Black a master in pleasures of the flesh.
We kiss again, his sugary-sweet flavor undoing me inch by inch, until I’m devouring his mouth, ravishing the soft lips, only to move on to his neck, biting the delicate skin, then his nipples are assaulted by my agile tongue.
I circle the tightening nub, wetting it, blowing cool air on the heated surface, my hand twirling the other soft nub, while I torment the delicious tip in my mouth.
The other nipple soon falls under the same treatment; my human canvas’ breaths become sharper, his heart racing, his body flushed and warm.
I move lower, already on my knees worshiping the naked beauty before me with my tongue, caressing from nipple to belly button, to his ticklish lower-belly, which I lave dedicatedly with my tongue.
And lower still, a long trail of spit bearing witness to my leisure descent. My tongue, laps at the long smooth shaft, already hard, tracing the vein beneath the head.
The warm body in my arms shaking and moaning, I look up from the hard cock under my assault, to lock my eyes with my silent watcher.
Green eyes meet mine, scorching me with such aggressive lust, I moan without even touching myself, the powerful heat of his gaze warms my blood, hardens my cock.
I smile at him coyly, opening my mouth wide to take in the full length of his lover’s stiffened member, patiently relaxing when his hips jerk forward as he cries in both pleasure and surprise.
I start to moan around the smooth, hard flesh between my lips, my eyes still on the now agitated figure of Heyworth as he fidgets from side to side, already itching for his own turn.
I let the hard member slip from my mouth with a loud pop, licking my lips carefully, tasting the musky taste of his cock. I coat my lips with spit, before taking in the hard organ again. Deeper than before, I swallow around the mouthful of flesh, hollowing my cheeks, as I begin to stroke him.
One hand holding his hips, the other cradling his balls, caressing the smooth skin between his balls and his anus.
I quickly find a rhythm I like, sucking the entire length down my throat, then letting it slip from my mouth, followed by my eager tongue that lapped at the sensitive head, licking across the slit, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of his pre-cum.
I lick across the rigid shaft, loving the radiating heat of the silky skin; I nibble on the head, grazing my teeth gently on the underside of the firm cock, before swallowing the whole mass down my throat.
A moan of uncontrolled desire reaches my ears, I look up from my self-appointed task, but it had not been Conner, who’s whimpering mewls of pleasure, accompanied by the desperate way his hands clenched around the black silk sheets, warned me how close he really is to his climax.
I look away from him, his cock, nudging the back of my throat, pre-cum streaming down my eager mouth constantly now.
A moan slipped unbidden from my occupied mouth when I glanced at the armchair, where I had heard the lustful groan a mere second ago, Heyworth was leaned back against the lounger, one strong hand gripping and stroking his impressive length, I stared hungrily at the hard cock in handhand, watching as his thumb flicked over the tip, collecting the moisture that gathered and using it to lubricate the rigid shaft.
Conner had started jerking his hips upwards pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, the friction bruising the sensitive flesh of my lips, but I cared not.
I felt consumed and lustful, moaning wantonly around the hard cock in my mouth.
The thrusts became harder, deeper, Conner’s whimpering mewls became keening wails of ecstasy; he was so close, almost there.
His cock slipping in and out of my mouth, the hot sound of flesh against flesh, my lips felt abused, raw, marked by his taste.
I prepared myself for his orgasm, wanting to have the taste of his cum, wanting to feel him coat the inside of my flesh, to mark me.
We worked together, attuned to each other’s needs, my mouth, opening when he pushed in, my cheeks hollowing, my lips wrapped tightly, as he pulled out.
It was all going to be over now, I knew, he could take no more, his mouth opened to voice a keening wail of completion but it did not come.
“Stop!”
“No” Conner cried brokenly, his body so high strung and aroused he was in considerable physical anguish, yet he stopped, his red hard cock, slipped freely from my mouth.
Bewildered I looked up at Heyworth, he too was panting, as though he had stopped his orgasm as well.
“Conner, my love, take him, take him for me.” his voice cracked at the end of the sentence, confirming that he had indeed delayed his own completion.
I licked my lips nervously, tasting Conner’s unique musky taste on the bruised flesh, watching the breathtaking exchange between the two lovers.
They kissed, their tongues tangled playfully, lips pressing softly against each other, they broke apart breathless.
Conner turned towards me, his voice no longer lacked confidence, in fact he became commanding and domineering.
“Up on that bed, now!”
I complied quickly, climbing on the bed, feeling the silky black sheets caress the exposed skin of my knees and thighs.
“On you back, spread those beautiful long legs, my eager little slut”
I did as I was told, lying on my back, the silk sheets cool against my warm naked flesh, my legs bent at the knees and spread obscenely wide, making me appear even more wanton and needy.
“He is even more beautiful than I thought, my love, take him!”
Heyworth spoke quietly, his voice just above a whisper, enough for the sound to reach our earnd fnd flame my desire even further. I wanted to be taken, possessed, and I had no other choice in this matter.
Conner climbed unto the bed, sitting before my spread thighs, he slipped one finger cautiously inside of me.
The dry finger slipped in, with some difficulty, as I had not given the privilege of my body to none other since my untimely break up with Cameron.
“He is so tight, so hot, you must feel it for yourself, my sweet”
He exclaimed, his finger probing my resisting flestrestretching and prodding inside, my eyes closed as I let the sensation wash over me.
“Lubricous” I heard the spell, whispered into my ears, I opened my eyes, feeling the familiar cold wetness of the lube, coating the entrance to my body, my eyes meeting Heyworth’s were he stood, next to the bed, his face close to my ear, where he had whispered the spell a mere second ago, his wand still clutched in his shaking hand, his naked body flushed and aroused, cock standing proud and fully erect, drops of pre-cum glistening on the red tip.
The finger that had retreated from my body prior to the spell returned again, this time accompanied by another.
Both fingers breached past the guardian muscle, pushing inside of me, I gasped at the intrusion, a shudder of apprehension and excitement racing through my sprawled limbs, causing my spread thighs to shiver, in hesitation.
A third finger joined it’s companions, thrusting inside of me, scissoring and stretching, I jerked upwards attempting to alleviate some of the pressure by having those long fingers stroke across my needy prostate.
My hips were immediately pinned to the bed by Heyworth’s’ unrelenting hands.
I moaned piteously, squirming under the impossibly hard grip.
The long fingers inside of me began to cautiously caress my insides, stroking softly against my prostate in feather light touches that proved to be even more arousing than hard strokes and insistent rubs.
I gasped brokenly at the pleasure, my legs spreading open further, my pelvis jerking forward towards the blessed touch, the hands on my hips no longer restraining, but merely holding, caressing.
I heard the spell again, whispered in my ear, the fingers slipped out of me slowly, forcing a whimper of dismay from my tormented body.
My legs were lifted onto Conner’s shoulders, something hot and hard nudged at my stretched opening, jerking me out of my lust-induced haze.
I relaxed as much I could, preparing for the inevitable penetration.
It started with a tentative push, breaching my entrance, slowly, just the head pressing inside, I hissed at the pain, willing my body to remain lax and pliant.
Finally he was sheathed completely within me, His cock hard and throbbing. I had barely a second to adjust to his girth before he slowly pulled out only to slam back inside of me with one fierce thrust.
I groaned at the spasm of pain that raced through me, trailing along my nerve ending.
Several more thrusts preceded the first, I gritted my teeth at the feeling of my abused flesh stretching painfully, and then the pain disappeared in a haze of uncontrollable lust as Conner’s thick cock pressed repeatedly against my prostate, forcing moans of pleasure from my battered body.
I bit my lower lip to keep from shrieking my pleasure to the cool night air that streamed in through the open window, but I failed, I bit my lips till I coulste ste the coppery flavor of my own blood, both of my hands clenched around the woodened headboard of the huge bed, until I could take no more and I screamed my pleasure, my body writhing, undulating and tightening beneath my new lover’s hard frame, my eyes glued to the distant milioner sitting beside me on the bed, his green eyes alight with fascination and arousal, as he watched his lover’s cock pounding into my pliant body, repeatedly.
Watching our sweat soaked bodies’ tangle in the cool silk sheets as both of our voices rose in a shared moan of ecstasy.
His strong hand crept towards my cock, wrapping around the weeping organ, he began to stroke me in long firm strokes, swiping his thumb over the tip, to collect the gathered moisture, slicking the shaft with the warm fluid, as he had done to himself a few minuets ago.
I moaned brokenly, licking my lips watching as he tenderly pushed back the wet lock of black-blue hair from my sweaty brow.
The thrusts increased in speed and depth, the body above me shaking in near climatic joy.
I tightened my anal muscles around the aching cock within me, pleased when I heard Conner’s shout of pleasure.
The hand on my cock increased its strokes, pulling me closer and closer to the edge, stoking the flame of my desire, with renewed effort.
Insistent lips pressed against mine, a hot tongue pushing past my injured lips to ravish the soft inside of my mouth, mimicking the deep thrust of the cock inside of me.
That was all it took, I screamed my pleasure against the ravenous mouth, spilling my hot seed against Heyworth’s strong hand and my own flat stomach, we broke apart from our now languid kiss as Heyworth moved towards his lover, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, that spoke of deep love and commitment, I watched mesmerized, envious as my body brought Conner to his own rapture, the walls of my hole quivered around his thick length propelling him to his own orgasm.
He spilled himself deep within my sated body, the warm fluid filling me to bursting, coating my inside with his musky scent, marking me.
I had never felt like this before, had never felt so exposed, undone by a sexual act, but then again no man had ever cummed inside of me, the sensation was so unfamiliar, I was scared of it at first, scared of how I felt, I felt different, changed, but it was not entirely a pleasant feeling, though I knew it was meant to feel very good, but the nagging voice in the back of my mind, confirmed what I was reluctant to face.
The truth of the matter, I would have enjoyed it better had it been someone else spilling himself within me, someone else but him.
My mind drifted towards memories of enchanting hazel eyes with silver streaks, framed by honey colored hair splashed with silver, full pink lips upturned in a loving smile.
I refused to think further, to admit what I feared to accept.
But my heart stillged ged for Remus.

A movement to my left drew me from my maudlin thoughts; the loving couple broke apart from their heated kiss, Conner gently and slowly eased out of my satiated flesh.
Heyworth had retreated to his seat on the comfble ble armchair, beckoning me with his hand and a soft voice pained with unspent lust to come to him.
I rise to my feet unsteadily and carefully, feeling the inevitable twinge of pain from my lower body as my used fleshed burnt from its earlier possession.
I walked over to him, leaving Conner lying on his stomach his face towards us.
Heyworth beckons me to my knees; his hand caresses my cheek, and then tangles in my hair as he gently nudges me towards his neglected erection, protruding painfully from his body.
I lick my lips delightfully, my eyes glued to his expectant gaze.
Lowering my head, my tongue sneaking past my lips, I lap at the red hot swollen flesh, the hand in my hair clenching around the silky strands.
I become bolder, my gaze sultry and seductive as I draw circles with my tongue over the agonized erection, tongue trailing along the shaft in a leisure pace.
I flick my tongue over the vein beneath the tip, teeth nipping gently at the foreskin, before pulling it back gently to tease the slit, collecting the moisture from the slit with the tip of my tongue.
I moaned around the hot flesh tasting the strong masculine tang of his pre-cum and lapped at the head several times before blowing cold air on the exposed head, watching it twitch and stiffen in my grip.
I chuckled appreciatively at the groan that escaped passed his gritted teeth, before taking the full hard length down my throat, caressing it with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks and swallowing greedily around the stiff member.
A rhythm was quickly established, Heyworth’s hand guiding my head up and down on his cock, his hips jutting upwards with every thrust, pushing his firm cock deep into my mouth, rubbing against the back of my throat.
The thrusts quickened, my hand strayed lower, cradling and squeezing his balls until with a final moan of pleasure, I felt the cock in my mouth spasm and jerk, cumming down my aching throat and wetting my lips.
I was drawn away from the still jerking cock, by Conner, who attached his mouth to mine, tongue plunging into my mouth to catch the salty-sweet remains of his lover’s climax, satisfied he had captured all he could, we broke apart gasping, lips still touching slightly.
The only sound that could be heard in the room was that of our harsh pants mingled together in a bizarre symphony of pleasure and fulfillment.

We remained seated for several minutes, Conner and I on the cold floor, Heyworth on the comfortable armchair.
Conner and Heyworth both turned towards me, a smile of gratitude on their shining faces, they appeared almost child-like right now, no wrinkle of worry marring their youthful features, combined with the relaxed and satisfied expression, they looked carefree and lighthearted.
We got dressed quickly, pulling on our wrinkled robes, I stood by the door, turning back, I smiled at them, kissing them both in farewell.
“Promise you will come see us, we throw magnificent parties all year, promise you will come” demanded Conner, a smile belying the threatening quality in his voice.
“I promise.” I answered quietly, knowing I had no plans to return tos mas mansion for at least several months if not years.
I climbed down the stairs, all the way down to the first floor, panting and out of breath I ran into my four companions, all of them looked as though they had rolled around on the ground, their hair messy and matted, their festive robes wrinkled and covered with unidentified stains, but the smiles of utter content and joy on their faces made them that much more lovely then before.
We stared at each other, our minds’ trying to s ats at each other’s nighttime adventured, we smiled and shook our heads at the unusual events.
“I think it is safe to say we all had a good time tonight, right?”
I questioned softly a sly smirk on my face.
“Oh yeah!” they all replied.
We made our way outside; Matthew stepped closer to me and whispered in my ears “nice love bites, mate!” a cheeky grin on his face.
A look of utter horror passed over my relaxed features as my hands reached towards my neck, immediately feeling the small itiontion in the skin of my neck.
“Oh no! That will be hell to hide” I sighed.
We reached the school by 4am, luckily without any trouble.
I went to bed for the first time tonight with a clear mind and a clear heart.
No nightmares plagued my sleep, and I rose bright and early to Nomry’s cheerful chatter and the smell of a well-cooked breakfast.

~ James’ p.o.v ~

I awoke this morning with a new conviction in my mind that Sirius will finally return to his rightful place by my side, as always, my equal in everything, my charming “partner in crime”.
The thing that made my decision so much less painful was the knowledge that Remus wanted him back just as much as I did, as was clarified the night before in our common room, all that was left was to break the wonderful news to Peter.
I walked to breakfast accompanied by both Remus and Peter, whistling as I thought of the happy ending to these painful few weeks.
Remus looked up at me with an irritated glare, from the transfiguration book in his lap.
Ops.. I forgot all about the transfiguration test today, oh well I thought, I am one of the best students in that class.
I ate my breakfast in comparative silence, my eyes glued to the entrance door, waiting to catch a glimpse of Sirius’ tall figure.
He did not come, as always.
We finished breakfast, completed our transfiguration test, in which he sat as always, far away from us and disappeared before I could stop him.
The rest of the day was spent in the same fashion, Remus and I hot on his trail, but he still disappeared, every time.
By the time we had finished our homework and waited for dinnertime to arrive, both Remus and my patience had reached its limit.
“That’s it.” I announced, getting up and leaving the common room, with Remus by my side, and Peter racing after our retreating backs, a bewildered expression on his frightened portly face.
We strode together, unified towards the Hogwarts grounds, towards the apple tree Sirius loved so much.
“Wait! What is going on, James?”
Oh, I had forgotten to tell Peter of our plans. Remus must have realized that as well for he too had stopped in his tracks.
“This is what is going on Peter, we are going to talk to Sirius, and we are going to get him back!’ I announced, a confident bright smile on my face.
“B.. But James, he betrayed us, he hurt Remus, you could have died too! I.. I think he hasn’t paid enough, right Rem?”
Whatever I had expected Peter to say, that was not it, Remus must have felt the same because he, unlike me, responded immediately.
“Shut up, Peter! I’m the one who has a reason to be angry at Sirius, and if I say he is forgiven, then he is forgiven!”
Remus was livid, his hazel eyes burned with a golden flame of his conviction, his lips pulled back just enough to offer a view of his now human fangs, but the animalistic gesture was not lost on Peter, who began shaking and whimpering.
Instead of feeling sorry for him, I found myself sharing in Remus’ wrath, wanting to hit Peter for even suggesting we remain Sirius less for even another day!
We both walked off towards the apple tree, leaving a confused and frightened Peter in our wake, but he did not stay behind for long, soon he was running off towards us, calling out to us.
“Wait for me, James, Remus, wait for me!”
We didn’t heed his cries, but walked on, the slumped figure of our lost companion became more visible the closer we came to the tree.
There he was, Sirius.
He sat under the comforting shade of the tree, his back propped up against the tree trunk, reading a thick dusty book whose title I could not discern through the thick layers of dust the book had accumulated over the years.
The old, graceful appree ree looked much like an over-protective parent as his strong branches shaded Sirius majestic head, supporting the lithe frame, one could not doubt that this was Sirius’ tree, it seemed as though it was spelled to do only his beadings, as though it too, had fallen under Sirius’ charm, another helpless victim, to his shine.
We approached him nervously, Peter already by our side.
And then he spoke.
“Whatever party you heard about Matthew I am not going!”
He spoke, how I missed his soft raspy voice, even more I missed his carefree laugh.
By my side, Remus stiffened as he heard Matthew’s name spring from Sirius beautiful full red lips.
I had always known that whatever it was between Sirius and I, it could never be more than friendship, it is just too precious to destroy with a lovers’ tiff.
But Sirius and Remus, well that was another matter.
They always thought me to be too ignorant, and maybe slightly too self-involved to notice the budding affection between them, they were wrong.
How could I be blind to Remus nearly spitting fire every time he encounters one of Sirius’ ex lovers?
Howld Ild I not see how their eyes glowed when they stared at each other? Hugs that last a second too long? Cheeks flushed? Sirius caressing Remus’ hair lovingly? Brining him food to the hospital wing?
The sad irony of it all is that Sirius had not yet accepted to himself that he loves, yes, I dare say loves! Remus.
As for Remus, there was never a doubt in my mind regarding the ardent feelings he has for Sirius, but he will never act upon those feelings, why?
Because he is too afraid of himself, of the wolf within, he fears letting people that close inside of him, that they will see the real ugliness behind the somewhat glamorous exterior of being a werewolf.
And only Sirius and I would find that glamorous, little does he know that Sirius shares the same fear with him.
Why else would he choose this endless, meaningless coupling with nameless people he will not remember later?
He does not recall them fondly, nor does he feel any lasting pleasure from these encounters.
But Sirius, for all his intelligent and fearless manner, is just as scared as everyone else, if not more.
And for that I fear they may never find each other, much like the old saying goes. Two trains in the night.
They will never meet, because none wish it to be.

~ Remus’ p.o.v ~

Matthew! How I despise him! Envy him!
But I cannot concentrate on that now, I want my Sirius back, our Sirius back that is.
James spoke then.
“What if it was a party for the returning missing marauder, would you still decline?”
Sirius quickly lifted his head from the old dusty book, his eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at us.
My heart began to race; the pounding sound of it completely deafened me.
How I missed those beautiful expressive purple eyes, the long almost feminine black eye lashes, the black-blue silky locks, I used to stroke so lovingly when Sirius suffered from a bad dream, the full red lips, I dreamed of kissing every night, but would now settle to simply watch as they curved in a smile, a smile for me.
I missed everything that was Sirius, everything that I loved.
“What do you mean by that, James?” he spoke cautiously, his eyes boring into James’ and then mine, trying to decide whether we spoke the truth or not.
I realized then that our treatment of him had hurt him so deeply, that he had begun to doubt our love for him, that had to be amended quickly, I could tell that James felt the same way, as his pale blue gaze met my own, in concern.
“I mean, that we want our Sirius back, I as well as Remus and Peter agree that our problems will not be solved by us being apart, we want to try to fix this, put it behind us. What do you say?”
For a minute nobody said a word, the only sound was the howling of the soft summer wind, as it ruffled our hairs in mocking playfulness.
“I say I want to come back.”
He spoke quietly, his head lowered to the ground as though he feared that by looking into our eyes, the moment would be shattered with lies and deceptions.
I waited no further, as soon as the words had left his mouth, I leaped towards him, my arms embracing him, pulling him close to my body, to my heart.
James’ warm body joined our mashed limbs, adding his own warm weight, his mouth close to Sirius’ ear, he whispered quietly, too quiet for my super human senses to hear more than scrape of syllables, but I quickly tuned out of their private conversation, not daring to intrude into their precious moment.
And so we were united.
Sirius had then formally hugged James, me and finally clasped Peter’s hand in a friendly gesture, that surprised none more than Peter himself, for Sirius rarely spared much warmth towards him, if any at all.
We stood beneath that spellbinding apple tree anning ing our newfound friendship, accepting our old scars and wounds, recognizing changes in each other’s personality we had been too involved before, to take notice of. But we had all the time in the world to learn.
Beneath that cherished apple tree our friendship was rediscovered and judged once again to be strong and true, sealed under the comforting shade of those strong branches.
The maradures were back.


“I cannot believe the school year is almost over” I complained to my friends a day after our moving reunion, over breakfast.
“I can’t believe the year is nearly over and we had barely done any pranks!” exclaimed James in true horror.
“I believe you are right, prongs, that must be fixed immediately!”
Declared Sirius, his devious mind already plotting the untimely demise of our “fellow” slytherins.
Our excited chatter was broken upon the arrival of the morning post.
James’ brown barn owl, Spike as well as Sirius’ hot-tempered black owl, Zombie settled themselves on the breakfast table.
While Spike nicked breadcrumbs off of James’ plate, Zombie has made himself comfortable in his master’s sweet porridge, his beak plunging into the bowl of porridge with obvious relish.
“No mail, eh punks?” James stated with a smirk on his face, letting Spike continue feeding off his plate, Sirius sighed and allowed Zombie to do the same, stroking the satin black feathers.
My own gray owl soared through the window with a look of disdain towards both Spike and Zombie, he dropped the letter into my awaiting palm, before landing gracefully on the table before me, chirping in thanks at the offered owl treats.
I opened my letter. Immediately recognizing my mother’s unique scrawl.


Dear Remus

I hope you are well, I am aware that your “special” night is only two days upon your return from Hogwarts and the beginning of the summer break, all of the preparations have been made accordingly.
Remus my child, your father has arranged for all three of us to spend most of the summer holiday in Rome, where he has heard of a new research on lycanthropes that has been reported to have made tremendous discoveries in this field.
Please Remus I beg of you, do not despair, you must accept your father’s guilt and my own for your pain and suffering, we will do all we can to rid you of this curse, all I ask is that you bear with us a little longer, my strong and brave child.
We will be leavfor for Rome a week after your arrival and return a week before your schooling will resume, well in time for you to purchase the needed supplies for your sixth year.
Remember Remus, no matter how despondent you are with these news, remember that we love you more than words can say and wish only to give you a chance at a normal life, respected and admired by your peers, that is your rightful place, my bright boy, remember that.

Love.

Your mother.

I folded the letter and hid it in the back pocket of the pants I wore beneath my school robes, fighting back the feelings of despair and anxiety, wishing hopelessly to spend one summer at home, playing in the back yard, sleeping over at James’ house, being normal.
But here I was once again faced with another summer of being prodded and pricked, put under a microscope, and examined.
It was these trips that made me feel so abnormal, so degraded, not my transformations, not the raging wolf in the back of my mind, not even the looks of disgust and recognition upon Severus Snape’s face could makes me feel as lowly and undeserving as those scheduled weeks spent in labs all over the world.
I sighed, glancing up at the concerned faces of my friends; I knew that they were aware of my changed mood, their questioning gazes, settled upon my saddened expression, with a mix of sympathy and curiosity.
They waited patiently for me to speak, knowing that I needed the time to compose myself.
“I’m…I’m going to Rome this summer, my father heard of this new research, so we are leaving for Rome a week after school is out for the summer holiday”
For a minute they were all silent, comprehending my news, and then Sirius spoke.
“When do you return, Rem?”
He asked me quietly, not a hint of emotion penetrating past his mask of mild interest.
“A week before school begins.” Both Sirius and James nodded, silently, their expressions now grim.
“We all meet in Diagon alley as planned, right?” Sirius asked me, or more to say confirmed for me.
His gaze burning with a purple flame of confidence and support that brought tears to my eyes.
I gulped back my tears, nodding my assent to his words, smiling a tremulous smile at him, he smiled back, his grin kind and loving, and I felt my heart soar with the beautiful pleasure of this secret smile, meant only for me.
Suddenly Rome did not seem so bad, as I knew Sirius as well as James and Peter will write to me constantly, and we will meet as always in Diagon alley.

~ Sirius p.o.v ~

“Another year, gone, but let us not forget the lessonsrnt rnt here…”
Another year, another speech, I thought, yawning in complete boredom as Dumbledore rambled on about deeds and lessons of life, but I was already thinking about the parting meal, my stomach growling in absolute hunger, that I might add was not helped by my constant obsessing with my new guessing game. “Guess what will be served tonight!” my bets were currently on fried chicken, shepherd’s pie, rice and peas, for the main course of course.
“Sirius, you goof! Snap out of it!” James elbowed me painfully; I turned towards my offending friend in anger, my stomach growling once again.
“What? You disturbed my guessing game, you oaf!”
I cried in dismay, rubbing my hungry stomach with one hand while gingerly caressing my injured side.
“The prank for the train, don’t you think it’s a bit too much? I mean we already transfigured the slytherins’ bed into beds of nails, dyed their common room in a disastrous mixture of hot pink and orange as well as releasing a band of Cornish pixies in their bedrooms. Aren’t we pushing it a bit too much?”
I looked deep into his pale blue eyes, framed by his thick-framed glasses, seeing the needed confirmation in his eyes, I smiled deviously, evoking the same conniving smile from his own lips.
Together we both declared.
“Hell no!”
Snickering silently under moony’s watchful gaze, the curve of his soft lips quirking upwards in a shared smile of scheming pleasure.
He is a marauder after all, one of the best!
Finally the speeches were over and the meal was served and I have won my guessing game!

“Did you see the look on his face? God! That was priceless!”
“How about when they both screamed ‘we will get you for this Potter and you too Black!’ priceless!”
James and I walked off the Hogwarts Express onto the Platform of 9 and 3/4, in King’s Cross railway station, laughing out loud as we reminisced about the fulfilling ride back home.
The prank in question was preformed with brilliance befitting our status as the most fearsome pranksters this school has ever seen.
It all began with a simple harmless spell, the Rickoto spell that made the infected individual dance, but not just any dance, no! That would be too easy.
The poor miserable soul preformed only ballet accompanied by a lovely pink chowchow skirt.
The spell first hit several sixth year slytherins, who began dancing around their cart, each taking turns to jump high into the air while performing a split.
The unfortunate souls found the land of unconsciousness quickly as they cracked their skulls against the low ceiling in the cart.
Satisfied we moved further, splitting into two groups, one with Remus and Peter, the only wit with enough patience towards Peter’s incompetence, and the other consisted of James, and me of course.
We passed through every cart striking every slytherin on board with the hilarious charm.
The uproarious peals of laughter feeding our prides, as the slytherin’s dancing ensemble broke into another magnificent dance, their pink chowchow skirts glistening with the supplementary glitter, added by moony, himself, as a final touch, he said.
Their bodies and expressions wetifftiff and mechanic-like, their movements were as graceful as can be, had we not been distracted by the pink chowchow or the hilarity of the situation, I suppose one could find it quite beautiful, perhaps we should sell tickets to the show, to the faculty?
I wonder what James will say to that? I grinned in amusement.
The hilarious part of all was that the spell had not broken until they all passed through the barrier towards the muggle world.
They all glided past the barrier in mid-dance, jumping high up into the air, only to drop unceremoniously to the ground as they no longer held even the slightest grace the spell had gifted them with.
We laughed together all four of us, hands clasped together as we cheered and celebrated our togetherness and cleverness, our shoulders tapped, praise sang to our ears as our audience which consisted of all three remaining houses, came to congratulate and honor us, but we saw none but each other, standing tall and united.
The time to depart had come again, reluctant I embraced my friends for the last time in several weeks, loathing the painful void that became a persistent fixture in my heart each time I had to say goodbye.
“Take care, Jamie”
“You too Siri, you are coming to stay with me, right?”
”Of course, you stupid git!”
We embraced again, before James finally moved to depart from Peter.
I turned towards Remus, my eyes meeting those beautiful honey-colored pools of warmth. Unbelievable that I came so close to losing him, I berated myself again at my recklessness, only to be stopped by my kind Remus.
“Don’t Padfoot, I can see in your eyes what you are doing! We agreed it was over!”
“I know, but it’s never forgotten, is it Rem?” I spoke inaudibly, not really expecting an answer, and not surprised when I received none.
“I hope you find what you need in Rome, what your family needs.” I said calmly, while inside my heart was racing in anxious dismay, not ready to let go, to separate for even this short a time.
“Thank you” he whispered softly, his eyes lowered to the ground and hidden beneath the silvery-blonde strands of his hair that covered his eyes from sight, as he continued tore are at the ground.
I turned away from him, clasping Peter’s hand in a friendly grip.
“Have a good summer, Pete!” I said to him with false cheerfulness, my mind still with Remus and our strange parting.
We all walked in different directions, P wit with his parents to the leaky cauldron, James outside where his parents waited in a muggle taxi, to take him to the muggle village of Scranton.
And finally Remus and his parents towards the bathroom stalls were they usually port keyed home.
Both Peter and James had already left, when Remus rushed back towards me, he stopped a few inches apart from me, gazing into my eyes with tormented hazel eyes, the silver streaks more prominent in their mysterious depths.
He hugged me, embracing me, sheltering me in the warmth of his arm, his lips pressing against my cheek, but I could not determine whether it was a kiss or merely a press of skin against skin.
He let me go abruptly, and dashed back towards tetreetreating figures of his parents, leaving me shivering without his warmth and tenderness.
My hand covered my cheek; the one Remus had pressed his soft lips to.
I smile stupidly and walk outside, my eyes easily catching sight of the horribly pink colored and flowered commune van, with Venetia in the driver seat, accompanied by none other than Quinn and Armadia, my wonderful “siblings”.
We all embrace in a twisted group hug of tangled limbs and uproarious laughter.
I load my luggage to the van and take my seat by the window, feeling comforted by the noisy and happy chatter that easily lolls me into their conversation, making me feel as though I still have a place in this muggle world, but in my mind I know that the time will come when I will have to choose between both worlds, to decide where I belong, but for now I bask in childhood ignorance and crave the comfort and companionship only the commune can supply, but also to the challenging and exciting life only Hogwarts can grant.
Someday I’ll be forced to choose, but for now I refuse to dwell on such subjects.
The time will come, as it always does.


Next in Of Beauty: meeting in Diagon alley, hints of evil doings outside of Hogwarts, a new DADA teacher, a budding romance turning sour and dangerous, Sirius begins new classes and our lad just can’t seem to stay out of trouble. All of that and more on chapter 9 and the maradures sixth year in Hogwarts.


I know that was unbelievably long! Sorry, the chapter refused to finish itself! Does that make any sense?
Lol! Please R&R, I live for your kind words and long reviews (hint. hint).
So try to make me happy, please review!


I would like to thank all of you who read my story and ask you all to please leave a review; it helps to know what you think of the story and how I may improve it. It also helps (I admit!) to an author’s ego to know people actually enjoy his or hers work.

CC- thank you for informing me that the chapter was too long, and thus cut, thanks to you I was able to know of it and fix it. I hope you enjoyed the finished chapter, and this new installment as well.

LupinsLover- thank you, I was worried about the whomping willow incident, I think every writer that writes about the marauders’ era is always worried about how to write about this famous incident.
It means a lot to me that you liked the way it was written because I was trying to not make a “soap opera” moment out of it, and make it more of a real life moment, so I’m very glad you liked it.
As for Peter, I’m afraid you can see his more insecure, somewhat mean side in this chapter, but he is somewhat of a comic relief, I will agree to that.
As for Snape, he just doesn’t like Peter, I think he is a bit jealous that a guy like Peter, with no special powers or a charming personality can have wonderful friends like the marauders, while Peter as you can see in this chapter doesn’t really feel that fortunate.
I suppose it is like the old saying “the grass is always greener on the other side”. And Snape is a bit jealous, I think I have left a few hints that his childhood was hardly a happy one, but I doubt Peter is the cause of his suspicions, he simply mocks Peter, finding him weak and pathetic.
Voldermort is not yet an issue, but I can assure you that’s on the way.
Wow! That was a very long reply, sorry!
But I do love your reviews!

Wolf- WOW! Thank you so much! I’m blushing! Flattery will get you everywhere, just so you know! Lol
Thank you for the long review! As you can see though, there were no love confessions, but you can see what I’m angling towards, right?
I hope you liked this chapter, and I’m also in love with these characters or I would have stopped writing this story ages ago, so thank god for that. Don’t worry, I’m already letting you in on a little secret, chapter 10 is the chapter you have been waiting for, that’s all I’m willing to say at the moment. It’s really evil of me, I know, but when you write about the marauders, you start to think like one!

LadyTess- thank you! It’s always great to hear when someone enjoys your work, thank you so much for taking the time to leave a review.
I’m glad to hear that my story is so smooth and flowing, I was always sitting at home in front of my computer, flinching as I read everything about a thousand times trying to make it flow as best as possible, so thank you for noticing.
I hope this chapter wont disappoint you, let me know.

Suzuka-Chan- I’m glad you liked my storycriecried when I read book five too, couldn’t believe Sirius was gone.
I think writing a Sirius/Remus fic is a wonderful idea, and I’d love to read yours when it’s finished, please let me know.
As for writing a book, wow! Thank you, but I think I am no where near as good as JK Rowling herself, as for the actual wng, ng, I’m too lazy and so is my annoying little disobedient Sirius muse, so I doubt that will happen, but I guess you never know, I never thought I’ll be writing this story.
Thank you again, if you ever want to talk to me, my email is on the author page, I always answer any emails I receive.
Hope you will like this chapter; its long and juicy!

SpiritFighter- I know what you mean, I myself used to search for good maradures’ stories everywhere and was mostly disappointed, though I could recommend a few, but still the majority are really quite dreadful and they portray them too close to stereotypes than I like. Like: dumb Sirius (which is so untrue!), and noble James (which as we know is not exactly accurate) and so on.
That is really the reason I started this fic, I’m glad you like it, and I hope that you will also like this chappy as well.

Renee- don’t worry, as you can see the maradures are back together in this chapter and Remus and Sirius will be together very soon, but I just need to torture them a bit before they hook up and do the nasty, as they say. Good things come to those who wait.

Sammyblack- I was worried about you! I missed my favorite reviewer!
I’m sad to hear you are depressed, I can definitely sympathies with your situation, I get depressed a lot too, I’m hoping this chapter will cheer you up, but I cant promise you Sirius will quit his wicked ways.
I know what you mean about the whomping willow incident, it really is rarely dealt with, I just new I had to write about it, since my story covers their story from 4th year, and the incident occurred on their 5th year.
I’m glad you thought it was written well, you know how self conscious I get over this story, and I was worried it wasn’t strong enough emotionally, but I also didn’t want people to think it was over- dramatized, its hard to find the middle ground.
I miss Sirius and James too, as well as Remus, but writing this story keeps them alive and together in my mind. I really believe their friendship was phenomenal, you know?
Anyway, I hope tha the the time I hear from you again you will be your old-happy self; I like you best when you are happy.
But feel free to email me whenever you wish, I’m a pretty good listener.


Well that’s it people, I’m taking a long happy break! 40 pages is more than enough for now, so please don’t hate me, I just need some sleep!
Chapter 9 is already in thrks,rks, and will not take as long as this one, I hope. (Unless it too will decide to be 40 pages long!)

So don’t forget authors don’t live off money, they live off reviews (at least until they write their first best-seller!)