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The Return of Sirius Black
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,654
Reviews:
5
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The Journey Begins
TITLE: The Return of Sirius Black, or We’re Not in Kansas Anymore!
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: assorted - Sirius/? (if I told you, then where would the surprise be?)
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!) And the other rights belong to L. Frank Baum, and to MGM, and to Lewis Carroll
OOTP SPOILERS: Yes there are references, so don’t read if you don’t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman
a/n: In my heart of hearts, I hope that JK Rowling will undo the damage she has done, and that perhaps Sirius’ apparent “death” was nothing more than an illusion, a well-kept secret which will be revealed in either book 6 or book 7. What a glorious way to end the series, with the return of Sirius Black!
Chapter Two
The Journey Begins
Sirius and ‘Moony’ set off down the mellow brick road. Sirius was filled with expectations and hopes that once he reached Fornication City, the powerful wizard there would help him to find his way back home. It’s hard to say what ‘Moony’ was filled with. The sun was a large lemon drop in the sky, Sirius was happy that he wasn’t dead, and life looked pretty good to him just now.
For a while, his way was strewn with more of the strange garden he had first found himself in, with its pornographic statues, and strange little lesbian blossoms. But this soon gave way to farmers’ pastures, and he could see red and black cows standing beside the road, chewing their cud and gazing at him with dull, placid, bovine eyes. On impulse, he walked up to one that was apparently sleeping, put both hands up against it, and tipped it over.
“I always wanted to do that,” he explained to ‘Moony’, as he scurried quickly away from the confused cow.
Pastures became fields o’plenty, planted areas redolent of growing vegetables shooting up from the fertile soil - tomatoes and corn, wild onions and assorted herbs (pronounced herbs, because there is a fucking h in it!), potatoes and carrots and, unless Sirius was much mistaken, one of his favourites - mushrooms! Rows row rows of mushrooms of all different sizes and varieties - oyster and shitaki, crimini and portabella - in glorious array, stretching as far as the eye could see.
“Remus, Remus,” Sirius moaned to the wolf, “what I couldn’t give right now for a fucking skillet, some butter and some garlic salt?” He ran up and down the rows of mushrooms, debating which to eat first (never questioning the fact that mushrooms grow in dark dank places, not in fields, but sometimes Sirius thinks with other parts of his anatomy than his brain), until he suddenly came upon the king of all mushrooms - a tremendously huge white mushroom, which loomed taller than he did (if one can imagine a mushroom that stands over six foot tall!).
He stood in silent awe before it, his head panning up and up its formidable height like a tilting camera. He had to stand on tiptoe when he reached the top, and what he saw there - well, he just couldn’t believe his eyes! Sitting on top of the mushroom, cross-legged and totally at ease with himself and the world, was a huge caterpillar that looked just like ‘Lucius Malfoy’! Wearing a dashiki and sporting Lolita sunglasses, the platinum blonde Slytherin had his lips wrapped about a giant hookah, from which issued the most delightful aroma, a heavy and sensuous scent, which smelled suspiciously like opium.
“Welcome, Sirius!”’Lucius’ greeted him, looking very Timothy Leary like. “Welcome! Peace, love and some such shit!” He smiled, as if in sync with some internal music, raised his outstretched arms out to shoulder level and began to wriggle them, twisting his head from side to side in accompaniment, muttering, “Instant karma is gonna get you! Power to the people!”
Sirius watched the sham Malfoy for several minutes, wondering if he should just be on his way, while ‘Moony’ whined pitifully beside him. He stroked the agitated wolf, who calmed down and licked his hand, remaining vigilant and wary. Just then ‘Lucius’ eyes popped open once more and he began to speak.
“This is the magic mushroom!” he intoned, “not to be confused with psilocybin - that is another lesson which we shall tackle on another day - no, this is the mother of all mushrooms, the end all and be all of mushrooms, the dreamer that dares not speak its name.”
He swished his arms across his chest, clicked his finger cymbals in noisy harmony.
“And the answer to the question is ..... 42. But what is the question, you ask? Ah, that is the question - the never ending conundrum, the issue which presses upon our brains both night and day and.......” He stopped in mid-sentence, as if an internal switch had been thrown (or blown), and looking directly at Sirius, he chanted, “One side makes you happy, the other one brings you down! One side makes you happy, the other one brings you down!”
“Side of what, you loony git?” Sirius asked him, seriously questioning the guru’s sanity. “What are you talking about?”
But ‘Lucius’ had replaced the hookah in his mouth once more, and was contentedly inhaling, eyes closed in peaceful contemplation of his internal navel. Shaking his head, Sirius started to turn away, knowing that he would find no help here...
.... when his attention was caught by the giant mushroom itself - the cap seemed to consist of two large hemispheres, (Sirius wasn’t sure just which ones) and Sirius suddenly realized what the riddle meant - the two sides of the mushroom! One side would make him happy, while the other would bring him down? But what exactly did that mean, and how was he to safely discover the truth of the situation?
Sirius looked at ‘Moony’, who looked steadily back at him. “Remus, old pal, I need your counsel,” Sirius confided, patting the wolf’s head while he locked his dark eyes onto the wolf’s large grey ones. “What would you do, which side do you think makes you happy? And does that happiness enable me to go home?”
The wolf made no reply, nuzzling Sirius’ chest playfully. “It’s not your fault, Remy,” Sirius murmured, “I guess I’ll just have to take my chances.”
He walked deliberately about the giant mushroom, looking at it from every possible angle, trying to decide if one side looked happier than the other, but they honestly looked the same to him. Well, he thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained - he reached out at random and, breaking off a large piece of the mushroom, took a bite out it and began to chew, offering some to the wolf as he did so.
The taste wasn’t quite what he had hoped for at first, but then beggars couldn’t be choosers. A quick glance at ‘Remus’ showed that he was eating his portion of the stuff as well. Besides, the more he chewed on it, the more the flavour improved, gaining in texture and substance to the point where it was downright delicious. But was it making him happy or was it bringing him down?
He closed his eyes to take stock of the situation, and it wasn’t until he felt ‘Remus’ wet nose against his crotch that he found his answer. Looking down at himself, he was shocked to see that his second brain had been fully engaged, and was occupied in the struggle to be free, while ‘Remus’ was nuzzling at it, trying to gain entrance into its lair. In fact, his cock was so hard that it was painful, and without hesitation he released the zipper of his pants and set it free, in all its ten inch glory. Ah, that felt better!
\'Moony’ approved of this move as well, for the wolf wrapped his tongue about the head of Sirius’s cock, licking at him with remarkable skill for a quadruped, and Sirius forgot that this was an animal, a wolf of uncertain origin - his brain told him only that it was ‘Moony’, and he lost himself to the moment. He dropped back against the ground and moaned aloud.
The wolf’s breath was warm against his hardness. Sirius squirmed pleasurably beneath the pressure, remembering Remus - Remus and his talented tongue. The memory of their many couplings raised his excitement to a higher level, and the wolf responded by lapping roughly against his balls, his tongue passing briefly over the entrance to paradise, and Sirius’ breath caught in his throat sharply.
“Oh yes,” he moaned, “yes, Remy, harder, love, harder....” The wolf seemed to understand, taking in more and more of his cock, just grazing it with his sharp teeth. Sirius began to thrust into the wolf’s maw. Internally, it was Remus whose mouth he was fucking so lustfully, Remus’ upturned face wearing an expression of pure bliss for his lover’s large cock. He found himself falling over the edge, exploding in great spurts into the wolf’s willing throat. The animal drank it all, whimpering for more when that was gone, and gratefully licked his new ‘owner’, cleaning him most thoroughly.
Sirius lay still for several minutes, the wolf lying quietly by his side. The wolf seemed to be less edgy now, content to press itself against him, its head upon its paws. Sirius reached out, stroking the luxurious fur, the soft wolf pelt. “I do believe I found the good side,” he commented drily.
Eventually he rose, returning to the mushroom. Peeking over the edge, he noticed that ‘Malfoy’ was no longer there. Oh well, probably for the best. That beggar was nothing if not loony. He found the spot on the mushroom where he had taken the original piece, broke off some more and pocketed it. On second thought, he got a sample from the other side as well, taking care to place it in a difference location. You never knew when something like that might not come in handy.
“Come on, Remus,” he beckoned to the wolf, and on they continued, down the mellow brick road.
Author: Lady Sirius
Pairing: assorted - Sirius/? (if I told you, then where would the surprise be?)
RATING: NC17
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!) And the other rights belong to L. Frank Baum, and to MGM, and to Lewis Carroll
OOTP SPOILERS: Yes there are references, so don’t read if you don’t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman
a/n: In my heart of hearts, I hope that JK Rowling will undo the damage she has done, and that perhaps Sirius’ apparent “death” was nothing more than an illusion, a well-kept secret which will be revealed in either book 6 or book 7. What a glorious way to end the series, with the return of Sirius Black!
Chapter Two
The Journey Begins
Sirius and ‘Moony’ set off down the mellow brick road. Sirius was filled with expectations and hopes that once he reached Fornication City, the powerful wizard there would help him to find his way back home. It’s hard to say what ‘Moony’ was filled with. The sun was a large lemon drop in the sky, Sirius was happy that he wasn’t dead, and life looked pretty good to him just now.
For a while, his way was strewn with more of the strange garden he had first found himself in, with its pornographic statues, and strange little lesbian blossoms. But this soon gave way to farmers’ pastures, and he could see red and black cows standing beside the road, chewing their cud and gazing at him with dull, placid, bovine eyes. On impulse, he walked up to one that was apparently sleeping, put both hands up against it, and tipped it over.
“I always wanted to do that,” he explained to ‘Moony’, as he scurried quickly away from the confused cow.
Pastures became fields o’plenty, planted areas redolent of growing vegetables shooting up from the fertile soil - tomatoes and corn, wild onions and assorted herbs (pronounced herbs, because there is a fucking h in it!), potatoes and carrots and, unless Sirius was much mistaken, one of his favourites - mushrooms! Rows row rows of mushrooms of all different sizes and varieties - oyster and shitaki, crimini and portabella - in glorious array, stretching as far as the eye could see.
“Remus, Remus,” Sirius moaned to the wolf, “what I couldn’t give right now for a fucking skillet, some butter and some garlic salt?” He ran up and down the rows of mushrooms, debating which to eat first (never questioning the fact that mushrooms grow in dark dank places, not in fields, but sometimes Sirius thinks with other parts of his anatomy than his brain), until he suddenly came upon the king of all mushrooms - a tremendously huge white mushroom, which loomed taller than he did (if one can imagine a mushroom that stands over six foot tall!).
He stood in silent awe before it, his head panning up and up its formidable height like a tilting camera. He had to stand on tiptoe when he reached the top, and what he saw there - well, he just couldn’t believe his eyes! Sitting on top of the mushroom, cross-legged and totally at ease with himself and the world, was a huge caterpillar that looked just like ‘Lucius Malfoy’! Wearing a dashiki and sporting Lolita sunglasses, the platinum blonde Slytherin had his lips wrapped about a giant hookah, from which issued the most delightful aroma, a heavy and sensuous scent, which smelled suspiciously like opium.
“Welcome, Sirius!”’Lucius’ greeted him, looking very Timothy Leary like. “Welcome! Peace, love and some such shit!” He smiled, as if in sync with some internal music, raised his outstretched arms out to shoulder level and began to wriggle them, twisting his head from side to side in accompaniment, muttering, “Instant karma is gonna get you! Power to the people!”
Sirius watched the sham Malfoy for several minutes, wondering if he should just be on his way, while ‘Moony’ whined pitifully beside him. He stroked the agitated wolf, who calmed down and licked his hand, remaining vigilant and wary. Just then ‘Lucius’ eyes popped open once more and he began to speak.
“This is the magic mushroom!” he intoned, “not to be confused with psilocybin - that is another lesson which we shall tackle on another day - no, this is the mother of all mushrooms, the end all and be all of mushrooms, the dreamer that dares not speak its name.”
He swished his arms across his chest, clicked his finger cymbals in noisy harmony.
“And the answer to the question is ..... 42. But what is the question, you ask? Ah, that is the question - the never ending conundrum, the issue which presses upon our brains both night and day and.......” He stopped in mid-sentence, as if an internal switch had been thrown (or blown), and looking directly at Sirius, he chanted, “One side makes you happy, the other one brings you down! One side makes you happy, the other one brings you down!”
“Side of what, you loony git?” Sirius asked him, seriously questioning the guru’s sanity. “What are you talking about?”
But ‘Lucius’ had replaced the hookah in his mouth once more, and was contentedly inhaling, eyes closed in peaceful contemplation of his internal navel. Shaking his head, Sirius started to turn away, knowing that he would find no help here...
.... when his attention was caught by the giant mushroom itself - the cap seemed to consist of two large hemispheres, (Sirius wasn’t sure just which ones) and Sirius suddenly realized what the riddle meant - the two sides of the mushroom! One side would make him happy, while the other would bring him down? But what exactly did that mean, and how was he to safely discover the truth of the situation?
Sirius looked at ‘Moony’, who looked steadily back at him. “Remus, old pal, I need your counsel,” Sirius confided, patting the wolf’s head while he locked his dark eyes onto the wolf’s large grey ones. “What would you do, which side do you think makes you happy? And does that happiness enable me to go home?”
The wolf made no reply, nuzzling Sirius’ chest playfully. “It’s not your fault, Remy,” Sirius murmured, “I guess I’ll just have to take my chances.”
He walked deliberately about the giant mushroom, looking at it from every possible angle, trying to decide if one side looked happier than the other, but they honestly looked the same to him. Well, he thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained - he reached out at random and, breaking off a large piece of the mushroom, took a bite out it and began to chew, offering some to the wolf as he did so.
The taste wasn’t quite what he had hoped for at first, but then beggars couldn’t be choosers. A quick glance at ‘Remus’ showed that he was eating his portion of the stuff as well. Besides, the more he chewed on it, the more the flavour improved, gaining in texture and substance to the point where it was downright delicious. But was it making him happy or was it bringing him down?
He closed his eyes to take stock of the situation, and it wasn’t until he felt ‘Remus’ wet nose against his crotch that he found his answer. Looking down at himself, he was shocked to see that his second brain had been fully engaged, and was occupied in the struggle to be free, while ‘Remus’ was nuzzling at it, trying to gain entrance into its lair. In fact, his cock was so hard that it was painful, and without hesitation he released the zipper of his pants and set it free, in all its ten inch glory. Ah, that felt better!
\'Moony’ approved of this move as well, for the wolf wrapped his tongue about the head of Sirius’s cock, licking at him with remarkable skill for a quadruped, and Sirius forgot that this was an animal, a wolf of uncertain origin - his brain told him only that it was ‘Moony’, and he lost himself to the moment. He dropped back against the ground and moaned aloud.
The wolf’s breath was warm against his hardness. Sirius squirmed pleasurably beneath the pressure, remembering Remus - Remus and his talented tongue. The memory of their many couplings raised his excitement to a higher level, and the wolf responded by lapping roughly against his balls, his tongue passing briefly over the entrance to paradise, and Sirius’ breath caught in his throat sharply.
“Oh yes,” he moaned, “yes, Remy, harder, love, harder....” The wolf seemed to understand, taking in more and more of his cock, just grazing it with his sharp teeth. Sirius began to thrust into the wolf’s maw. Internally, it was Remus whose mouth he was fucking so lustfully, Remus’ upturned face wearing an expression of pure bliss for his lover’s large cock. He found himself falling over the edge, exploding in great spurts into the wolf’s willing throat. The animal drank it all, whimpering for more when that was gone, and gratefully licked his new ‘owner’, cleaning him most thoroughly.
Sirius lay still for several minutes, the wolf lying quietly by his side. The wolf seemed to be less edgy now, content to press itself against him, its head upon its paws. Sirius reached out, stroking the luxurious fur, the soft wolf pelt. “I do believe I found the good side,” he commented drily.
Eventually he rose, returning to the mushroom. Peeking over the edge, he noticed that ‘Malfoy’ was no longer there. Oh well, probably for the best. That beggar was nothing if not loony. He found the spot on the mushroom where he had taken the original piece, broke off some more and pocketed it. On second thought, he got a sample from the other side as well, taking care to place it in a difference location. You never knew when something like that might not come in handy.
“Come on, Remus,” he beckoned to the wolf, and on they continued, down the mellow brick road.