Blood is Thicker Than Fear

An hour before he was expected to appear before the ministry, Sirius found himself vomiting uncontrollably in the toilet.

He did not know why he was so dreadfully nervous—he had Pettigrew, and the dementors would not be there. He sighed in

frustration, and rinsed his mouth in the sink. A sharp knocking on the door caused him to hit his head on the faucet and swear.

Massaging his scalp, Sirius walked to the door of his (rather, Remus’) living quarters to find Lucius Malfoy. Not bothering

with pleasantries, he showed himself in and plopped himself upon the unmade bed. The room itself was rather unkempt. Lucius

curled his nose in disgust; “what, now that the housewife is gone you can’t do anything for yourself?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “well,

after spending twelve-years in Azkaban, then another two on the run, living in various caves and eating rats, one’s standard of

living tends to dwindle.”

“Oh, cry me a river.” He said, waving aside Sirius’ comment with an impatient hand. “The judges at your trial will care

even less (if that’s possible,)” he added snidely. He spun around, and looked at Sirius up and down. He was wearing faded jeans,

and a black t-shirt. He frowned. “You’re not…really going like that, are you?” Sirius scoffed. “what can I say—my impeccable fashion

sense has dwindled over the years.”

“it has, hasn’t it…” Lucius began pacing 9in circles around him, like a predator. “hmmm…no black—too many guilty

people wear black—how about…baby blue; it’ll bring out your eyes, and imparts an air of innocence, don’t you think?”

Sirius raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “You—Malfoy—are actually helping me—after everything I did to you.”

“no.” he stated plainly. “I’m helping me.” H laughed, “Why the bloody hell what help you, eh? After everything you did

to me, you sodding bastard.” He grinned. “let’s just say the world could do with one of its best aurors back…not in the field, of

course. I’m sure you’re none too comfortable working for them, now are you?” he paused a moment in thought. “Though…the new

minister would be to your liking. She isn’t delusional or anything. Word is she went to school with Voldemort…getting in fights with

Voldemort…shagging Voldemort…having Voldemort’s illegitimate child—“

“What?!”

“Yea…with her being a werewolf, I’m sure that could be very detrimental to his reputation.” He enunciated every word as

he stared directly at Sirius. He grinned as he began shuffling through his wardrobe, pulling out the decent items. “Isn’t it funny, how

I was never forced to bare the dark mark…after all, he does consider me to be his left-hand man—“he turned to Sirius as-a-matter-

of-factly,”he’s a lefty.” and continued shuffling through his clothes. “And considering how much dirt I have on him, you’d think he

would have killed me long ago…” he paused for a moment, and pulled out a wedding dress. “Sirius…I knew you were a flamer, but…

gosh.”

Sirius grabbed the dress and shoved it back in the closet. “It’s not mine, you twit!” Lucius grinned. “I know, but you can’t

have seriously expected me to just leave that one lying there, could you?” Sirius rolled his eyes. “Now we know where Draco gets his

inexhaustible fountain of wit—“


“And extreme good looks!” he added indignantly as he magically altered one of Sirius’ plain, long-sleeved t-shirts. He

made it shine mysteriously in baby-blue (to accent his eyes), and altered the neck such that it sloped into a V, and lengthened the

sleeves. “Here—“he said, tossing the shirt to him, “—put that on over your t-shirt. No one ever accused a man in muggle clothes of

being a death-eater.”

Lucius then tossed his wand onto the bed, strode over to Sirius, and removed his pants entirely from his person in one

fluid motion. He grinned, “I still got it!” meanwhile, Sirius was left shivering in his boxers, not even bothering to ask questions—

Lucius would just turn them around into sarcastic remarks….suddenly, he was very glad that Lucius was on his side in this endeavor.


Soon enough, Lucius had finished and Sirius was panted. He stood back and admired his work. “well, we don’t have to

do anything to your hair—that’s always perfect (good gene pool) and your sexy as hell anyway, so you could go in clad in a burlap

bag, and half the judges would be too hot to care that you escaped custody a hundred times—ow!” he exclaimed as Sirius kicked

him in the shin.





Sirius was shaking madly as he was escorted by twelve aurors to the chained chair of the courtroom. They sat him down,

and leather straps magically bound him to the chair. He saw Harry, Dumbledore, and several others of his friends and family, and

gave him a jolt of confidence. Then, he realized that Remus was not there, and he was right back where he started with the escorts.

At noon sharp, a severe looking woman with silver-blonde hair, pale gray eye (an eye patch covered the other), and a

tight braid stood up. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was a Malfoy….


“Sirius Octavian Black—you are here by accused of thirteen accounts of manslaughter, four accounts of fraternizing with

the public enemy Voldemort--“ practically the entire room winced, “—three accounts of resisting arrest, and one account of fleeing

custody. She strode toward him. She looked down at his clothes, smiled, and turned to see Lucius sitting as a judge. She shook

here head. “No one ever accused a man in muggle clothes of being a death-eater, huh?” she scoffed as Lucius winked at her. She

turned once again to Sirius; “do you deny these charges?”

“Yes.”

“Your defense?”

“In a shoebox behind you.”

Intrigued, she walked behind her, and received the shaking box that Dumbledore placed in her hands. She opened it,

and pulled out the squirming rat indifferently. She threw it casually to the ground in front of her, and with a snap of her fingers,

Pettigrew appeared before the court, amidst gasps of horror.

She folded her arms across her long black coat and smiled. “That’s a good defense.” She clapped her hands together,

and turned to Sirius. “That dismisses the charge of manslaughter, and possibly fraternizing with the enemy…now what of resisting

arrest and escaping incarceration.”

Sirius blanched. He thought that presenting Pettigrew, along with some explanation would be enough. Apparently, this

woman was familiar with the situation, as she did not need explaining. “I…I—“


His pathetic stuttering was interrupted by the throwing open of the large, mahogany doors that led to the courtroom,

revealing Remus Lupin. He strode forward nonchalantly, his black cloak billowing behind him, and stood beside Sirius, his hand

pressed reassuringly on his shoulder. Sirius looked up at him, his eyes widened in shock. His hair was no longer flecked with gray,

but was the warm dust color it had been when they first met. His face showed no signs of age, and his eyes glowed amber like a

hawk’s. Gravity seemed to displace itself when he moved to allow him easy passage. “Remus…” he whispered. He only turned to his

husband, smiled warmly, and squeezed his shoulder gently.

He strode forward and began to speak; his voice resonated about the hall like a wolf’s howl in the dead of a winter

night. “Self-defense: had he remained in Azkaban, it would have led to his untimely demise. Had he allowed himself to be

arrested, he would have had his life-force sucked out of him by Voldemort’s fiendish death-eaters.” He vaguely heard Lucius

whisper, “ooh, he’s good.”

He continued, the attention of the hall focused steadily on him. “If anyone should be on trial, it should be Crouch for

sentencing a man to several lifetimes in Azkaban without a trial—denying him his home, his life, and his family.” He paused, and

made the sign of the cross on his chest. “However, Crouch is no longer with us. Sirius Black’s innocence is not up for question—what

is, however, is how he is to be compensated for fifteen years of his life.”


Everyone was silent, merely giving nervous glances to each other. The woman in the eye patch, however, clapped, and

walked toward Remus. She leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, while he remained unmoving, “to think you came to me as a

mere omega…now here you stand…alpha…” she grinned and growled playfully into his ear. He smiled wickedly. “I learned from the

best, Eiris…”

“Damn straight.” She turned back to the court. “You heard the man—“she began, waving her arms in a shooing

motion, “—compensate him!”

At the Mistress of Magic’s orders, the court began bustling in activity. She turned, grinning, toward Dumbledore. “You’re

all free to leave.” She turned her head sharply toward a woman with long, crimson nails, and wavy red hair—“RITA! Get this court

decision to the daily prophet immediately! If I find that the article is in ANYWAY untruthful or to my dissatisfaction, I will have your

flaky head served to me on a PLATTER!” Rita Skeeter nearly fell off her chair as she ran out the door, to the headquarters of the

Daily Prophet.

Eiris cackled evilly. She turned to her old novice, Remus, and shrugged; “you just have to know how to deal with these

people!” she winked at him and turned back to the crowd and began shouting orders at random people; “WEASLEY ONE—YOU’RE

PROMOTED—GOYLE—YOU’RE FIRED—WEASLEY FIVE—YOU CAN HAVE HIS JOB—PERKS—WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY LATEE?”


The leather straps released Sirius as he was proclaimed innocent. Harry ran over to him and hugged him to the point of

strangulation. “well…” began Arthur Weasley (now known as ‘Weasley 1’) “that must have been the shortest trial I have ever

seen….what happened to Pettigrew, anyway?” they all looked to where Pettigrew had once been writhing, gagged on the floor, to see

Eiris screaming at him furiously. He looked on the point of tears. None of them blamed him; she was a very scary woman. They

faintly caught “one-hundred lifetimes” and “slimy bastard” from her shouting.

“Well…” Remus growled seductively into Sirius’ ear, “What do you want your first act as a free man to be…?” Sirius

grinned and pulled him into a reckless kiss. with a flick of their wands, they disappeared to what was most likely a bed somewhere.


The rest of the group remained, nonplussed. “Wait…” Ron began, “didn’t…didn’t Remus leave him?”

“It was just the evolution talking,” responded Dumbledore, “he knows that. “When you live such a precarious lifestyle as

they do—everyday is precious. There is no time for petty squabbling.”

“Apparently,”

~*~

Sirius clawed at Remus’ shirt desperately, as they stumbled onto the bed, their mouths still locked. Remus rolled over

on top of him, and broke away from his lover’s mouth to allow them both to catch their breath, only to begin ravishing his mouth

furiously with his tongue. Sirius ripped off his shirt to reveal toned muscles, and threw it unceremoniously on the floor. He lifted his

arms to allow his own shirt to be removed. He could feel Remus’ powerful muscles flexing against his own as he arched into him—

skin against skin.

Remus tugged at Sirius’ pants and in his frustration, just ripped them off—this only infuriated Sirius with lust. Sirius

began clawing at the bulge in Remus’ pants teasingly, causing him to shudder. He bit Sirius’ ear in reprimand, and he acquiesced

by removing his pants and boxers in one sweep. (He learned that one from Malfoy)

Remus groaned against him, and slid down his lover’s rippling abdomen. He tugged off Sirius’ own boxers with his teeth,

making him groan and arch up against him as he released his aching erection. Remus moved back up, a devilish glint in his eye,

and began nipping playfully at the flesh of Sirius’ inner thighs, making him moan even more; “oh…gods, Remus….”

Remus began grazing his teeth teasingly over his lover’s length. Sirius had to grip the bedposts to keep from screaming

in lust. Remus took that as his signal to end the fucking around…well…

He grazed his tongue down Sirius’ shaft, and took him into his mouth. He swirled his hot, slick tongue around the

sensitive head. He grinned inwardly, knowing that he could effortlessly make one of the sexiest men in England scream his name.

Slowly, he took all of his lover’s huge length into his mouth. He began sucking with such pressure that Sirius couldn’t help but thrust

into his ministrations. Remus pulled away, straightened himself, and grinned down at Sirius’ naked, flawless form. He crawled to the

side of the bed, and pulled out a bottle of champagne. He lifted it up, said, “To your innocence” he stuck out his tongue seductively

at Sirius, as he was in obvious agony.

He took the bottle, smashed it against the head board, and watched as the cold liquid ran down Sirius’ hot, moist flesh.

Remus took a large swig from the bottle, and without swallowing, returned to Sirius’ quivering member. Without spilling a drop of

champagne, he took his lover’s head into his mouth, swirling the cold and carbonated liquid over the sensitive skin. The liquid in

his mouth created so much pressure and suction, that he had Sirius screaming again in a matter of seconds. Sirius began panting

heavily as he felt his climax coming. He arched into Remus and moaned his name as he came into his mouth, and rode out the

fiery explosion of his orgasm as Remus stroked his hands up and down Sirius’ hot thighs.

Remus crawled up toward Sirius, who was still panting. Remus swallowed the come and champagne in one large

mouthful. He began sucking at Sirius’ neck. He turned to him, his eyes burning; “where the HELL did you learn how to do that?” he

gasped. Remus grinned evilly. “Well, I was in Slytherin, you know…”


~*~



Sorry I didn\'t get to any actuall fucking...and it was rather rushed, but I\'m tired...(that\'s what Draco said!) HA!