Disowned ~ now complete.

Sirius had accepted Toms proposal, but he was still not entirely sure. His baby needed a father and having one without being wed was a sure way to be shut out of the working society, or any society at all. Tom was rich, powerful, and beautiful. He loved him and he really wanted their baby. But he was also a Dark Lord. Had he been just any guy and not a Dark Lord, Sirius would not have hesitated. He loved Tom, and he knew the sentiment was whole-heartedly retuned, but his political position was dangerous, and Sirius had to decide if the risk was worth it. He had to know what he was getting- or had gotten himself into.

Despite his nasty reputation, Tom would not hurt him if he left, Sirius knew that, but Dumbledore would not hesitate to smash him and his baby if he ever knew. Sirius had to decide what was best for his child. Not himself, not Tom, the Light or the Dark, just his baby.


If you put depressing thoughts aside, Sirius had a grand time; Tom had given Sirius a grand tour of Slytherin Castle the next day- after the morning sickness. Even for Sirius, who had grown up in an extremely wealthy pureblood family, it was breathtakingly beautiful with its solid stone walls, heavy carpeting, dark wood decoratins and the potraits of the Slytherin Clan. Sirius had even talked to Salazar Slytherin himself when he stumbled upon it by accident. Tom had been delighted, as he had not had much time to explore the castle, that Sirius had found the only other painting of his ancestor- the other one was at Hogwarts. Salazar had given them his full support in the matter of their union, the blacks were a powerful family even then, but Tom was goven a through tongue lashing for permitting intercourse before the bonding ceremony. He had however conciderably lightened up whe n Sirius told him- in Toms defence- it was a Virgin Concievement. Tom nearly fainted and didn't believe it until Sirius had shown him a pensive memory. Tom had kissed him senseless the second they exited the old, rune inscripted stone bowl.

Sirius found that he liked having people coming and going all day, as long as they didn’t take too much of his fiancées time. Particularly he found it fun when someone stopped him and asked who he was - in a polite making friends kind of way- he’d say his name was Sirius Abraxas and no last name. They’d look puzzled and ask who was medieval enough to practise that punishment. The answer to that didn’t surprise them. At last they would ask him his business in Slytherin Castle. He was after all very young to have a connection to the Dark Lord in such an intimate way. Sirius had developed a standard line for this question in particular;

“I have no business here at all.” He’d wait a few seconds for it to sink in, then he’d strike. “I live here.”

It never failed to render anyone speechless. Even Lord Malfoy- his godfather whom he hadn’t seen since he was eleven- had the good grace to let his jaw drop. Tom had found Sirius new pastime amusing, especially when they would come stuttering into his office asking about ‘that beautiful boy’.

They all received answers to their questions but were informed that the news of the upcoming wedding and birth would not leave this office.

Sirius had also found out that there was much more to the job of a Dark Lord that scheming and torturing- like paperwork and spoiling their other halves. Tom had wanted to spend the entire day with Sirius and their growing baby, as he knew they were to spend most of their time at Hogwarts, but work called. It would really suck if someone lost an arm because he was a bit distracted.

With a sigh he closed the folder he was working at and set out to find Sirius. He had to leave in a very short while and he wanted to spend their last time together.

He found Sirius leaning against the wall not too far from his office. He looked pale and had a sheen of sweat on his brow.

“Siri? What’s wrong”

“Nothing. Just hormones kicking in.”

“Hormones?” Tom said and cocked a brow. Sirius looked up at him and showed exactly what was wrong. his eyes were clouded and stormy with need.

“Yeah, the good kind.” He said and pulled him in.
Tom found himself leaning in and nipped the side of his throat. He licked the soft skin at the base and bit deeply into his neck. Stepping closer he used his body to hold him. Blood flooded his mouth and he lapped it up happily.

Sirius gasped and arched into the lager man pinning him to the wall. He felt a smirk forming the lips working on his neck. The scent coming from him was making his head swim. He moaned at the pleasure of the friction of Toms body against his.

When Tom felt the others erection rubbing against him he knew. He didn’t know how, but he knew that this man, Sirius was his, and his alone and he was not going anywhere.

He released the delicate wrists and was immediately pulled into a rough passionate kiss. Tom’s finger ghosted along his ribs underneath his shirt. He growled again, causing he smaller man to shiver in delight, the shirt had to go. The buttons went flying as Tom ripped it open, tore it off and tossed it to the ground.

Sirius’s nails dug into the soft cotton of Tom’s shirt while his body as manipulated to reach new heights of pleasure. He felt like he belonged right there; trapped between a cold stonewall and the warm muscular frame of his lover.

Tom tugged the Sirius’s tight and worn jeans off before he stood back up and draped one of his legs around his waist. He lifted him further up so that one leg was around his waist, and the other was resting on his shoulder. Merlin he was light.

He lubricated his fingers and carefully slipped them one at the time into the warm heat. A cleaning spell shot out from Tom’s fingertips and he heard a slight giggle by his ear. He smiled, that ‘did’ feel good. The muscles around his fingers relaxed so he worked the digits deeper. Tom studied the flushed face before him.

His cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red and white teeth bit his full lips. Eventually he dropped his head and let the silky strands if his hair block Tom’s view.

“Thank you…for your gift.” Sirius lifted his head in confusion and before he knew it his lips were caught in a tender kiss. Tom was filled with pride. His baby lay warm and safe in there.

He whispered a lubrication spell for Sirius and retracted his fingers from his hungry warmth. He held him up with the pressure of his body while he undid the button on his jeans. Finally the warm air hit his pulsing organ. It had been down right painful to keep it trapped for so long.

He mumbled another lubrication spell and lowered his partner just enough for them to come in contact.

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” Came the breathy answer.

With that Tom carefully breached the tight ring of muscles. He felt him tightening and relaxing around him A small whimper came from him, and Tom stilled to let the pain fade.

A few minutes of gentle caresses had passed by when Tom felt his beauty, as he had started to call him in his mind, push back. Gently he began to rock back and forth. Each one embedded him a little deeper in the silky heat, until he was fully in.

It felt like he had been impaled on a thick steel pipe. It stretched his insides to a point of pain, but a good pain. When he pulled out so that only the head remained inside him, he felt empty and let out a disappointed moan. Less than a second later he was full again. The next thrust hit something inside him that made his sight have black spots dancing in front of it. He gasped and clung to the strong frame holding him.

Tom felt a new wave of pride wash over him and concentrated on hitting that spot every time. Soon his not-so-heavy burden was digging his nails into Tom’s shoulders beneath his shirt. Sirius was a boneless quivering mass of pure pleasure, but Tom was still going strong.

His skin would burn where Tom touched him. His teeth would nip his collarbone and leave it red and sore. Tears were rolling down his cheeks in pure desperation to either escape or drown in the intense fire that was raging through him. He met every thrust just as hard as they came. A tight knot was forming just below his navel. It was not like anything he had ever felt before. He arched his back again, thrust harder and got harder in return.

Just as he felt his beauty was about to come Tom stopped and pulled out to his head. He felt the frantic and tight hold around his sensitive tip. This was it. He took a hold in the cracks in the wall and was met halfway in a soft, but bone crushingly intense and passionate kiss, then he slammed in with all his might.

Right at this moment it was only Tom’s vice like grip on the cracks in the stonewall that kept them from falling.

‘I’ve got to sit down before I fall’ he thought. He lowered the leg on his shoulder down to rest on his hip. He circled Sirius waist and with the last of his strength he pushed them off the wall. He turned around and slid down with his back to the wall and an exhausted Sirius lying on his chest with his head on his shoulder. He traced his fingers along the back of his beauty’s shoulder, letting his fingertips trace small soothing circles on his skin.

They were still suffering the after effects of their encounter. He could feel the half hard flesh deep within him, along with the warmth of his seed comforting him from the inside. His muscles were so sore, but it was worth it. His eyes grew heavy and he breathed out a content sigh as he nuzzled into the warm chest currently serving as a pillow.

Tom could not help but smile. His new job as a pillow was actually very satisfying. This- intimacy was very satisfying. He let his eyes wander down the body lying on top of his.

‘No tanning lines’ he observed. ‘That’s interesting.’ His legs were strong and toned, just perfect. His previously unmarred back was scattered with bloodied scrapes and small cuts from being taken against the stonewall. He stroked his fingers across the open wounds and watched them as they healed.

The constant pulsing of the silken walls still surrounding him was the only thing keeping him awake. Gently he nudged the other man out of his nap and kissed him.

“You’ve got to go get ready love.” He whispered with regret. he heard a soft snort coming from his neck. His warm breath against his skin had Tom’s hair standing on edge.

“Don’t want to go back to that old coot.” Tom growled at the thought of Dumbledore.

“Don’t do that.” Sirius snapped, but there was no push in it.

“Do what?” Tom asked in confusion.

“You growl. Stop it.”

“…?...”

“If you’re up for another round, please go ahead, but if not, stop it. It’s turning me on.”

“Oh.” Was all Tom could say.

“Are you serious?” he asked in disbelief when he felt the flesh inside him harden once again to the point of feeling like a solid piece of metal.

“I can’t really help it. You’re quite arousing.” Tom chuckled and wiggled his hips.

“So I’ve heard, but….Ah! Oh Merlin!” He arched his back and buried his face in Tom’s neck. Tom took a sharp inward breath when sharp nails dug into the skin on his chest under his shirt leaving behind five thin lines with small drop of blood rolling down his already sweat soaked skin.

Still out of breath they leaned their foreheads leaned against each other, breathing in deep lungfuls of air. Sirius sat his knees down on the hard cold ground and began to move above the man inside him. He let out a shuddering breath as his spot was gently stroked. Strong hands took a hold of his hips and moved with him. Tom’s hair had fallen into his eyes and was obscuring his view of his face. Sirius caught a damp lock of dark hair and ran his fingers along the side of his head, brushing away the soft strands. Brilliant glassy green eyes stared intensely at back at him. For the second time he felt the heat of his lover radiating within him, reminding him, that he just got ravished by the father of his baby, twice. Boneless he collapsed on top of him.

“Ten minutes…”

“Yeah.” He was still lying against his chest with his arms around him. Eventually he pulled away and stood up slowly. The now soft flesh slid out of him, he was sore, and that was for sure. For once he was thankful for being able to apparate and not having to walk all the way back to Hogwarts. He snatched his jeans, cleaned them with a snap of his fingers and pulled them on. His shirt was in pieces so he didn’t bother to pick it up.

“The house elves packed my things. Join me for a quick shower?” Sirius said with a pout. Tom smiled and pulled his trousers up. It would not do for him to get caught naked.

The shower ended too quickly and soon they were standing in front of the fireplace holding each other tightly.

“How about we meet up of tea or something at my next Hogsmead weekend?” Sirius asked. Tom nodded.

“I’ll send you an owl okay?”

“Yeah.” They had promised each other that they would not cry, but it was hard.

“It’s only two weeks away right? And you tell that Potter boy and the wolf that I will sever their heads from their bodies if they don’t treat you well.”

“They do. They won’t even let me carry my own book bag.”

“And the Slytherins?”

“They’re watching my back.”

“Good. Now go before the floo closes.” Sirius smiled and kissed Tom sweetly on the lips, before he threw the floo powder on the fire and shouted his destination.

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A/N i know its tecnically friday, but in my defence, i left home at 6;30 in the morning and didn't arrive back home until 10;15 in the evening. i hope you enjoyed. please rate and review.