No Words

Warning: I\'d rather not give away the ending, but for most of the fic we have your typical slash pairing. I\'ve decided to keep this a short, sweet little one shot (well, maybe not so sweet). Hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimer: Don\'t own it, not making any money, and I\'m obviously not Rowling.

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Swirling… why was the room swirling? Sirius furrowed his brow in confusion. Where was he? What had he been doing? His eyes scanned the room quickly, trying to regain his bearings. Immediately he recognized the familiar surroundings. He was back in his old room at Hogwarts. With so many happy memories in these walls, how could he ever forget? Just the thought of the old room he shared with his closest friends was enough to brighten his mood in even the darkest of places. He stepped further into the warmth of the well-remembered surroundings, his footsteps echoing louder than usual in the silence of the night. How was it that he was here again? Was he the only one here? He looked over each bed, straining to see a familiar face, but all the sheets were tucked in, pillows neatly arranged, not a single suggestion of a body tucked beneath… wait. There was someone in the bed to his left, by the window. Right next to where he used to sleep. Could that mean…?

He strode quickly over to the bed, the figure there sleeping soundly, bathed in the moonlight that streamed in through the open curtains. The mussed black hair was hint enough as to who the occupant was, the pair of glasses folded on the nightstand behind him only supporting his belief. Somehow, his old friend was back, sleeping right where he used to all those years ago. He looked as if he hadn’t aged at all since the days when they were the infamous marauders. Sirius sunk down to one knee beside the bed, watching the peaceful expression on his companion’s face. Surely this couldn’t be real. It must be a dream, like all the others. He reached out a hand, shaking ever so slightly, to gently stroke the soft black mop of hair. He felt the strands under his fingers, too real to be a dream. The other’s eyes fluttered open, sleep clouded in them, darkened by the night. It was the most beautiful sight Sirius had seen in a long, long time. “James…”

James pushed himself up in the bed, the sound of the sheets shifting seeming deafening to Sirius’s ears. His senses were all heightened. He didn’t want to miss a single feeling. It didn’t matter how this was happening, just that it was. He was there with his old friend and lover. Nothing else mattered. James rubbed his eyes in a boyish manner that made Sirius want to sweep him into his arms and take him away forever. He seemed as confused as he was himself as they just stared at each other for a longent.ent. It seemed like the shortest eternity before James spoke, his voice a whisper that tore straight to Black’s heart.

“Sirius? What…”

Sirius pressed a finger to his lips, hushing him softly. “No words, James. Please, just let me… I’ve just… I’ve missed you so much…”

Tears were threatening to escape his eyes, blurring the scene before him. Determined not to upset his friend, Sirius dipped his head in swiftly to kiss him, their lips meeting in an innocent embrace too sweet to be contained. The soft flesh glided smoothly against one another, Sirius’ mouth taking charge to deepen the kiss. His tongue coerced it’s way into the warm, dark recesses of his friend’s mouth, stroking at the roof before flicking across the back of his teeth. His hands, resting now on James’s exposed lower arms, felt gooseflesh rising from the sensations he had given him. His happiness burned with further excitement, knowing what feelings he could arouse in his old friend. His breath quickening, Sirius climbed atop the bed as well as James himself, leaning down to possess him further with his kiss, teeth scraping against teeth with his fervor.

His hands moved to James’ sleep shirt, nimble fingers tugging and pulling to remove it from his slender frame. A muffled question filled his mouth before Sirius pulled away, yanking the garment over his companion’s head as he did so.

“Shhh, James. This isn’t a time for talk. I don’t know how this happened either, but it’s best not to question it.”

“But…”

Sirius pressed a hand over the otherouthouth, grinning playfully at him. “No buts. Don’t make me tell you again, Prongs old boy.”

With a wink he removed his own shirt and returned his lips to where they needed so desperately to be. He shifted so one knee pushed apart the legs beneath him, holding most of his weight off the slender form. His long-fingered hands ran up and down the exposed torso, reveling in the soft skin as his memories were rekindled freshly in his mind. It was all exactly as it had been. Finally, something good had happened to him! This must be his reward for all those years unjustly imprisoned.

His passion increased, compounded by his exhilarated delight at once again being reunited. He moved in a blur, discarding both their sleeping trousers to be lost in the many folds of sheets. His mouth moved reluctantly from James’ lips, dragging down the moon soaked skin underneath him with delicious warm, wet pressure. He paused to swirl his tongue about one erect nipple, lips latching on to further torment the younger man. Sounds issued forth from tartearted lips of his lover, though no words were actually said this time, only inarticulate cries of pleasure. Each sound only served to encourage Sirius, his hands groping down the other’s sides until the felt the soft skin stretched over lean thigh muscles.

Wrapping his large hands about the slender limbs, he hoisted them upwards, arching his lover’s hips to expose his backside. His digits danced down the heated skin and over the tender flesh of his dear friend’s rear, squeezing gently before moving himself into position. He spread a bit of moisture leaking from his painful arousal about the opening, clever fingers dipping inside. How did James manage to stay so tight? His mouth moved back to claim another kiss as he thrust inside him with a deep rumbling moan of pleasure.

Sirius’ senses went into overdrive, all his feeling seeming to boil over and melt into one another. They all churned about inside him like heated molasses. Time slowed down, yet it still seemed to be going by so fast. He pumped himself single-mindedly in and out of his lover’s tight entrance, feeling James tense up around him with each inward movement. He could dimly hear the echoing sound of his companion’s voice, crying out something he couldn’t manage to decipher at the moment. It all felt so good. It felt like he was home for the first time since James had died. Nothing in the world could be as right as this moment. The surge of pleasure within him finally overflowed, too great to be restrained inside one meager body. He did not cry out, did not scream, simply gasped out his lover’s name as Sirius crashed through the white lighted barrier, coming deep inside his long lost lover. His body tensed, trembling with the effort, holding its position for a moment longer before he allowed himself to collapse against the smaller form beneath him. He lay there, panting and slicked with sweat, practically glowing with happiness.

It was then, in his blissful silent haze, that he heard it. The sound was soft, muffled against the pillow shared between the two, but still clear enough to be properly distinguished now. He was sobbing. James had buried his head into the pillow trembling and weeping into it. His strength found anew, Sirius scooped the other’s body into his arms, stroking his hair.

“Shhh, there there… I’m sorry, I should have drawn things out a bit more. I just… it had been too long, James. But don’t worry. We have so much time now! We can be just as we were! Please don’t cry, James. Look at me.”

Sirius cupped the tear stained face in his hand, tilting it up so he could meet the gaze of… of two stunning, terrified green eyes. James had hazel eyes… but then who… Panicked, Sirius swept the sweat-soaked black hair from the boy’s forehead to reveal a familiar scar. “No…”

Harry pulled away, crawling backwards away from Sirius, looking more frightened and broken than he had ever looked before, even when facing Voldemort. He wrapped the old, dusty sheet that now covered the simple cot about his vulnerable body, a few drops of blood staining it. Reality slammed into Sirius once more with terrible clarity. Harry had snuck away from school to visit him for the weekend. He had felt bad knowing Sirius was all alone in his mother’s house. Sirius had gone upstairs to make sure he was alright before retiring to bed himself… he looked around, the room now faded to the dank, unkempt darkness of his own house. He had never been back at Hogwarts, which meant…

“No… What have I done? What… what have I done?” And then there was silence once more. There were no words.