Yin and Yang

This chapter gets a little AU. I didn’t plan it this way, it just happened and I thought ‘What a good idea.’ Whilst I know how it’s going to end, the rest is being made up as I go along, which perhaps explains the vague ramblings and lack of plot. I got consumed with the smut of it all. That’s by no means over, but I’ll to coo concentrate a bit more on the story. I think we’ve established who’s fucking who now... and who’s not getting any.
Thanx to all those who read the last chapter. No- one reviewed it... but if you think that will stop you you’re wrong. Of course, if no- one reviews this one, it might. I’ll just write for MegaB. ( I feel unappreciated. I have a low self esteem, and need praise... or at least feedback.)

Chapter viii

Somewhere inside the Dark Forest there was an area Sirius had discovered years before. Not as dark and overgrown as the rest of the forest, it proved to be an excellent place to bring lovers. He’d used it many times when he was a student, luckily never getting caught. Now, for the first time in many years, it was being used again.
Two naked bodies lay on Sirius’ robe, legs tangled, warmed by the sun. Sirius had come to soon, Storm not at all.
“Sorry love. I told you it had been a while.”
“That’s okay.” She kissed him, her fingers sliding over his shoulders, skimming down over his chest and stopping to play with the gold ring piercing his left nipple. That was a surprise, not an unpleasant one. She liked individuality.
Storm wondered why she was being so forgiving. That was unusual for her. The last man that had been inept as a lover she’d practiced the Cruciatus curse on for fifteen minutes, in one minute bursts. Sirius didn’t deserve that though. She was oddly attracted to him. More so than Draco or Harry... or even Lucius.
Sirius lay with his eyes closed, enjoying Storm’s hands stroking his body. After escaping from Azkaban, he hated spending time inside. This was his idea of heaven. The sun, a warm breeze and a beautiful, willing girl. If only they could hide out here for the rest of the afternoon...
“What’s this?” Her fingernail was tracing circles on his left forearm.
“Hmmmm...?” Sirius roused himself from the stupor he was falling into. “Just a stupid tattoo I got done after I left school.”
Storm made sure her wand was within reach, then shifted her position so she was sitting astride his hips. This was something she had to find out. Seeing the Dark Mark on Sirius’ forearm was another surprise, not such a good one. She thought she knew who all the Death Eaters were. “I don’t think...“ she stated casually, “... that my father would like you talking about the Dark Mark like that.” Her wand was pointing at his heart, right where that lovely gold nipple ring was.
“What the...?” Sirius was bewildered. What did she say? ‘My father’. “Oh fuck!” He met her eyes and realised that she could kill him. He’d heard that Voldemort had a daughter, but had been in Azkaban when she’d been born and in hiding for three of the five years he’d been out. He’d not been to any Death Eater meetings in those three years, and only a couple since then. Storm hadn’t been present at those meetings, and no-one had mentioned her. He’d forgotten her existence, having much more important things to occupy his mind. He wondered why she was here, why he hadn’t been told about it.
She smiled down at him. “Why are you here?”
“I could ask you the same.”
“You could.” She laughed. “But I wouldn’t tell you.” She pushed the wand into his chest a little harder. “And I seem to have the advantage.”
Sirius grinned. He’d had time to assess the situation. Voldemort’s daughter was sitting astride him, totally naked, with her wand pointing at his heart. He was the stronger and could easily gain the upper hand if he desired, but he was enjoying the position he found himself in- minus the wand. He reasoned that he could dislodge her before she could speak the spell to end his life, but it still wouldn’t do to get complacent. “I’m here to watch Snape... and... gather information.”
“Father thinks he’s a traitor.”
“So do I.” His hands on her hips moved her forward slightly. She couldn’t honestly expect to sit on him like that and for him not to become aroused. He vowed to last longer this time, guessing she may not be as forgiving second time around.
“And you? Are you spying for both sides?”
“Like I’d tell you if I was, with your wand pointing at my heart.” His hands caressed her body. “You know what you want the answer to be.”
“Ithouthought you were a traitor, I wouldn’t care when I killed you.” She moved her wand and placed it on the ground behind her, out of his reach. “After all, a fuck is just a fuck. A bad one even more so...”
With a feral growl, Sirius pushed her off of him, reversing their positions. He found her wand and tossed it just out of reach. His hands grabbed her wrists and held them above her head. “Don’t threaten me. I don’t answer to you. I’ve been a Death Eater for longer than you’ve been alive.” His blue eyes narrowed with anger.
Storm looked up at him, unsure of whether to be scared or not, still confident that no Death Eater would harm their Lord’s daughter. But hadn’t such complacency just got her into this mess. “Just fuck me Sirius. Live up to your reputation.”
He gave a short laugh. “And what guarantee do I have that you won’t go running to Daddy yelling ‘rape’?”
“You’re going to have to trust me... like I’m going to have to trust you. After all, we both have a lot to lose.”
Yeah, me more so, Sirius thought.
His first misdemeanor after escaping from Azkaban and it had to be with Storm. One hand still holding her wrists, he casually ran the other over her body. It didn’t matter who she was, or how dangerous, he wanted her... was undeniably attracted to her.
Her eyes closed, she gave her body over to pleasure. Sirius’ hand torturing her sun warmed skin by tracing lazy patterns across her breasts and stomach. He leaned down and kissed her, long, slow, as lazy as his hand. “Tell me why you’re here.”
“To get close to Harry.” He didneedneed to know the whole reason.
“Closer than his... godfather.” Sirius sounded vaguely surprised.
She opened her eyes and laughed softly. “Mmmmm. I can get much closer to him than you can. My assets appeal more...“ Storm considered the previous evening and Draco’s involvement. That had been unexpected. Her eyes narrowed and she smiled slys shs she took in Sirius’ obvious assets. She wondered if he knew of Harry’s sexual orientation. “Although...”
His hand stopped it’s exploring of her body. “What?”
She laughedhe ahe answer would wait. “God Sirius. No wonder you can’t find anyone to fuck. You talk way too much.”
He grinned, his good humour returned. That wasn’t the first time he’d been accused of talking too much, but it didn’t usually happen during foreplay. He’d rather fuck than talk. Fuck, sleep then talk. It hadn’t been that long, surely. But he had to remember to talk to Storm, find out what she knew about Harry, and why she’d been sent here to do his job.
He released her hands, which immediately came up to grasp him around his neck and pull him down to her. He was ready for her and met her savage kiss with his own, leaving her gasping for breath when he pulled away. The bites he left on her neck and shoulders drew blood and a thrill of excitement coursed through her. His fingers were rough on her nipples, hurting her, but she refused to show any sign of weakness. Her fingernails raked his back, leaving bloody scratches. When his strong fingers roughly penetrated the soft warmth of her sex, she moved against his hand and arched against him.
“Scream for me...” His voice was husky in her ear. He thrust into her, sheathing himself fully. She didn’t scream, but the gasp that tore from her throat was satisfying enough. “You’ll scream for me before I’m finished with you.” The voice in her ear promised.
“When will that be?” Storm found enough voice to ask.
“As long as I like.”
She smiled and Sirius could have sworn he heard her say “Good.” She wriggled under him and wrapped her legs around his hips. “But because we don’t have that long right now, maybe you’d better move...”
He laughed. Demanding, controlling bitch. He began to fuck her slowly, determined that she was going to lose that precious control of hers. His kisses were long, stealing her breath and her senses. His fingers were caressing, rolling and rug heg her nipples. He opened his eyes as he heard her breathing change.
Storm’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back, her throat arched and vulnerable. Sirius ran his finger from her lips to her breasts, then bit down on the hollow between her collar bones, sucking slowly, to match the rhythm he’d started. No hurry this time. He stopped moving.
She whimpered and squirmed under him. “Sirius? What...?”
His thumb ran across her sensitive nipple. She moaned and shivers of desire ran through her. He kissed her, his tongue teas “T “Tell me what you want.”
“Stop playing games.” Her eyes opened... dark, aroused, sexy. “Just fuck me.” Her voice was like her eyes.
He gave her a charming smile. “I’m not playing games.”
“I haven’t come yet.”
“You haven’t screamed either...” He withdrew from her completely. “Lose control.” He thrust into her savagely. Her fingernails were piercing skinskin on his back. His movements now were hard and fast, bringing her rapidly to orgasm. She tensed under him and held her breath. “Lose it...” he ground out.
“Sirius...” she gasped as she felt the contractions build, taking over her body. She felt his climax, deep within her, his shout of release joining hers.
Sirius lay still for a moment, then rolled off her, holding her close to him. He licked the sweat from her neck and smiled to himself, self satisfaction evident. She’d lost control, she’d screamed. “Mine...” he murmured. His fingers resumed tracing their lazy patterns on the skin of her stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch.
“What?”
“You. No more Malfoys, no more playing with boys, no more anyone else. Only me.”
She laughed. “No.”
“No?” He sat up.
She stretched and looked up at him, a teasing smile on her lips. “I haven’t finished with Draco yet... or Harry. The one night with them won’t be enough.”
“Them? Both at the same time?” Sirius was surprised. Didn’t Draco and Harry hate each other? This didn’t sound right. He smiled. “Harry and Draco... together?” he asked, thoughtfully.
“So, there is something you don’t know about your godson.” She smiled.
“I’ll wager there’s something you don’t know about him either. And it’ll come as just as much of a surprise.” He shook his head in mild disbelief. “Harry’s gay... I wonder if Ron knows. And Draco...” He seemed tnd tnd this very funny. “The Malfoy heir. Looks like the line stops here Lucius.”
Storm shook her head. “Not gay. Bi. Remember, I was there too. Before Draco joined us... and after.”
“And you want them... both of them?”
“For now. Not forever. Draco’s my half brother.” She glanced at Sirius, deciding to tease. “But maybe Harry. The daughter of the Dark Lord and the Hero of the Light together. Kind of ironic in a way.”
More than you think. He laughed. “Impossible...” The school bell, indicating the end of lunch, sounded in the distance. “I’ll tell you why later. ’Til then, think about what I said. You and I could be a powerful combination.”
“Is that all?” She began dressing.
Sirius smiled and stayed silent as he dressed himself. He didn’t think her ego needed any more boosting, but he wanted her, and just telling her that they could be powerful together probably wouldn’t work. She was pretty powerful without him. Now fully dressed, he faced her. “No, that’s not all...” He pulled some dry grass from her hair, his hand lingering on her neck. “The sex is pretty good, too.”
Pretty good! It was great, once he’d got over that little set back. When she’d finished with Draco and Harry, she’d like nothing better than to be with Sirius. He would be very useful in helping carry her plans to fruition. “Mmmmm. What will you do to make it better?”
“I’ll think of something, love.” He brushed her lips with his. “Let’s go.”

Ten minutes late for Divination. Professor Trelawney accepted Storm’s brief agology, seemingly expecting her to be late. “I trust you had a nice walk, dear.”
She stopped and turned to face the teacher. A good guess or had she seen them? How much did she know? “Er... yes thankyou.” She sank into the chair next to Tori’s. No, there was no way Professor Trelawney knew where she’d been or what she’d been up to. She was late and her face was flushed from the run back to the school. A lunchtime walk was a fairly good guess.
“Where were you?” Tori questioned from behind her copy of a titleless book. Small words at the top of the cover proclaimed ‘You should know... that’s all.’
Storm pulled her copy of the book from her school bag and indicated in the professor’s direction. “What she said.”
Tori nodded in surprise. Trelawney had got something right, or had she? “Where... and who with?”
“Ask her.”
“Miss Stevens and Miss Williams. I trust you are discussing the lesson.” Professor Trelawney was glaring at them from behind her huge glasses.
“Not exactly, Professor.” Tori sounded serious but the sparkle in her eye gave her away. “I was wondering who Storm was with.” Their eyes met and she winked. “Maybe you could tell me.”
“Probably the Slytherin Quidditch Team.” Ginny’s brunette friend slung another insult. Storm made a mental note to discover her full name.
“Now, Miss Carson. If a young lady chooses to go a w a walk, there is no need to cast aspersions on her character.”
“Sorry Professor, but I think the rest of us were wondering if perhaps one of our boyfriends were with her.”
“Why would that be?” Professor Trelawney shook her head. “No, I can assure you, Miss Williams was not with any student of this school.”
Storm glanced triumphantly at the other girl, while wondering exactly how much Trelawney did know. Her answer had been somewhat cryptic.

“Miss Williams... Wake up!” Sirius brought his hand down hard on the desk in front of Storm. “You don’t know alere ere is to know about the Dark Arts and, at the rate you’re going, you never will.”
Storm jumped, for she had been dreaming. She looked at Sirius’ hand, reflecting on the delicious torture those fingers had put her through just an hour or so earlier. Her eyes met his insolently. “Yeah? You reckon?” Quietly, so the whole class didn’t hear.
He smiled. “Detention, Miss Williams. Tonight, here at 7:30.”
“Sorry Professor, much as I’d adore spending the evening in your company...” Sirius thought that the look in her eyes belied that statement. “I already have detention with Professor Snape.”
His eyes darkened. “See me after class. Meanwhile, I don’t want to catch you sleeping again.”
A slow smile, the insolence disappearing from her eyes. “Sure?”
He shook his head and leaned down close to her. “You won’t be sleeping.” His eyes flicked over her shoulder. “Miss Carson. I’m sure you have work to do. Surely Miss Williams’ detention is of no interest to you.”
Storm looked over her shoulder, a condescending smile appearing for the other girl, who just glared at her. Gryffindors, she thought, the recent bane of my existence... except Harry. And Sirius. He’d been one hadn’t he? Just goes to show there is hope for them. The rest though- Hermione, Ginny, that Carson bitch, Ron- look at them all. They had no idea their ‘saviour’ was fucking the two people that could destroy them... and him. It would probably be easy to convert Harry to the Dark Side... She wondered what Sirius was going to tell her about him...

****TBC...


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