FIC: I'm a weak man - PART 2 [Sirius/Draco - NC-17]

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Title: I'm a weak man - PART 2

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'And don't forget to read the signs.'

Sirius was slowly but steadily going crazy. He just knew he was. Yes, Draco had told him to read the signs, but they couldn't possibly mean what Sirius thought they did. Draco couldn't possibly be attracted to him, it would go against every force in the universe which wanted Sirius to suffer. And Sirius did believe that those forces were quite a few.

Last Wednesday during dinner for example.

Sirius had talked to Minerva and Filius, like he always did. They were nearing the Holiday season and Halloween was only a few days away as well, so there was plenty to talk about. The teachers had decided that they wanted to make the festivities special, that they wanted to promote House Unity in some way, but they weren't sure how as of yet. And in between conversations Sirius allowed his look to drift, like he always did.

He checked up on his lions, made sure that they weren't being stupid enough to lose House Points in front of the rest of the school, before he took a look at the other tables.

The Ravenclaws were huddled together in small groups and obviously discussed something, not an unusual sight. The Hufflepuffs were merrily talking, one of the fourth years showing off a trick where he balanced his goblet on his face without magic; Sirius just hoped that Minerva wouldn't notice it for the sake of the Puffs.

And then his look went to the Slytherins. They were talking to each other, like always, but of course a head of platinum blond hair was the one which immediately caught Sirius' attention.

He usually tried to keep his staring to a minimum, tried not to give Draco much more attention than he gave Ron or Hermione or any other of the students he liked. It was well known that Draco and Sirius were related, it was also well known that they didn't have the best relationship to each other. Most students just interpreted Sirius' staring as concerned staring of a grown up family member regarding a younger one, if they noticed it at all.

But today Sirius wasn't quite able to stop himself from looking at Draco, he was a weak man.

He simultaneously thanked Merlin and regretted his decision. Draco looked stunning, incredibly stunning. For reasons unknown to Sirius he wasn't wearing his school robes, no. He wore a skin-tight black shirt which seemed to be made out of dragonhide. The V-neck was deeper than Sirius would have dreamed of and he wore some kind of necklace which lay on the exposed part of his chest and glistened in the candle light. Above he wore some kind of loose white satin blouse. It hugged his shoulders and accentuated his wrists perfectly. The white cloth shimmered softly and made Draco's pale skin look translucent.

Sirius choked on his drink and started coughing loudly. Of course he caught Draco's smirk before he averted his gaze, awkwardly trying to come up with an excuse for Minerva and Filius.

But next week's Tuesday was even worse.

On Tuesday Draco had decided that watching the Gryffindor Quidditch practice was a fun thing to do. Of course he had quite the little gang with him, making the activity seem a bit less odd. When Ginny wanted to rip the 'slimy snakes's' heads off Sirius intervened and told her to relax. They could simply intimidate the opposing team by showing them how good they were. That somewhat calmed the fierce redhead down.

And that plan would have worked perfectly, if it weren't for Sirius fucking up.

The beginning of the training session went well.

Ginny caught the Snitch in her new personal record time and Ron was a brilliant Keeper, stopping every ball from going through the hoops. But then the beater practice started. The rest of the team was supposed to continue their training while Ginny and Sirius worked with their beaters, like they always did.

The warm-up went well. The beaters managed to hit all the balls Sirius and Ginny threw at them, like usually. But then they released one of the Bludgers, and things started to go to hell. The beaters were just fine, they hit the balls, and Ginny was encouraging them and helping them to correct their grips or told them to hit the Bludger from another angle.

And then the Slytherins started chanting. First Sirius didn't even make out what they were saying, but when he did, hooo boy.

"Siri-us Black!

Quite the handsome chap!

I'd like to tug on his long hair,

and want to hear him scream!

I'd like to fuck his perfect ass,

this man is our supreme!"

Sirius turned to look at the Slytherins with disbelief. And it were all girls, except for Draco of course. The girls started giggling, but continued their chant as Draco smirked smugly. Sirius decided that he would kill him in that very moment.

"Malfoy!" Ginny screamed indignantly, she did remember the 'Weasley is our King' chant, and this one read Malfoy all over it. And that's when Sirius was hit by the Bludger all of them had forgotten about as they had started to process the lyrics of the chant. Sirius fell off his broom; when he hit the ground he was already unconscious.

When he woke up in the hospital the next day, Draco had left him a piece of parchment and a Chocolate Frog.

Read the signs.

- DM

---

"I talked to Gin who talked to Pansy who had a talk with Draco about what happened during the Quidditch practice," Harry said as he walked into the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey hadn't allowed Sirius to leave to teach his classes that day, seeing as he had a bad concussion. Sirius was quite content with it, if he was being honest. He would have had to deal with the eighth years otherwise, and he wasn't ready for that yet.

"And?"

Harry sat down on the chair to Sirius' left, taking one of the Licorice Wands some students had left for Sirius.

"And apparently all of Slytherin has this grand elaborate scheme to make you 'see the signs'."

Sirius groaned. "I think I know what it's supposed to mean."

"I think everybody who has heard the lyrics to this chant does. It's quite obvious that someone is attracted to you. And judging by the writer of the chant they have a good chance to get what they want." Harry smiled smugly.

Sirius hit him with one of his pillows, making Harry laugh.

"You're a git."

"Right back at ya."

Sirius' smile slowly fell.

"So, you really think that Draco ..."

Harry shrugged as he nodded.

"He did write the chant."

---

Wednesday passed without any further visits and Madam Pomfrey allowed Sirius to leave in time for dinner. But Sirius wasn't ready to face the Great Hall and his colleagues after the incident during Quidditch practice.

Surely all of Hogwarts knew about the chant by now, and the story had probably been morphed into a tale which was completely out of proportion. Sirius knew that Minerva would want to have a talk with him the next day, and he didn't look forward to it. She's always seen through his lies when he was still a boy, he doubted that that had changed. Neither did he look forward to teaching his eight years on Friday.

It would be hell.

---

"Sirius, thanks for coming. Please sit down," Minerva greeted him with a kind smile. Sirius hadn't attended breakfast that morning, neither had he attended lunch. He didn't plan on eating in the Great Hall until after this Friday, he just didn't want to deal with the whispers right now.

"Of course," Sirius replied, offering the headmistress a tired smile as he sat down on the soft armchair across from her. He sunk into it, heaving a small sigh.

"You know why I called you here."

Sirius nodded.

"It has come to my attention that Mr. Malfoy is responsible for a certain chant stating quite explicit activities he'd like to engage in with you."

"That's correct," Sirius confirmed. He forced himself to stay calm, to keep his frantically beating heart under control.

"I do have to make sure that there is no danger of you actually engaging into such frivolous activities as it would not only hurt the school's reputation but would also break several school rules," Minerva stated.

Sirius was a weak, weak man.

"Which rules exactly? If you don't mind me asking."

Minerva raised one eyebrow but elaborated anyway. "Usually the student is under age in such situations, but as that isn't the case that rule is not of our concern. It could fall under a teacher accepting bribes from a student if an inexplicable bettering of the student's grades can be ascertained."

"Which wouldn't be possible seeing as Draco is one of my best students," Sirius pointed out.

Minerva narrowed her eyes, "Well, like I said. It would also tarnish the reputation of the school."

Sirius couldn't deny that.

Him and Minerva looked each other in the eyes for what felt like an eternity. Sirius really tried to not show any emotion in his eyes, he also tried to keep up the eye contact with his former head of House, but he failed to manage either.

"Sirius, what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Minerva asked, a sigh escaping her lips as she massaged her right temple.

"Nothing."

Minerva shot him a glare.

"As of yet," he added in a low murmur.

"So, if I understand correctly I cannot count on you not engaging into inappropriate activities with Mr. Malfoy?" Minerva asked.

Sirius shrugged helplessly.

He was a weak man.

---

"Okay, I want you all to revise chapters twelve to fifteen until Monday. That's it," Sirius dismissed his eighth years. The class wasn't nearly as horrific as he'd pictured it.

Of course his students whispered and stared at him when they thought he didn't notice. Harry gave him an incredibly smug smile and wiggled his eyebrows whenever Sirius caught his look, which lead to Sirius avoiding looking at his godson. That was a first.

Draco, on the other hand, was the picture of an angel. He was silent, didn't talk to Parkinson, Nott or Zabini throughout the whole lesson and even volunteered when Sirius asked for someone to demonstrate wandless magic.

Of course the whole class erupted into whispers when Sirius chose Draco as volunteer, but they fell silent as soon as they noticed Sirius glaring at them. It was a bit annoying, but manageable. Nobody wanted to lose House Points, so nobody defied Sirius. At least in his classroom.

The students walked out of the classroom in small groups as Sirius sorted his notes and stacked the essays he'd collected by the start of the lesson. He gathered all of his paperwork and was busy stowing it in his bag when he noticed a shadow looming over his desk.

He looked up and leaned back, the polite smile falling off his face when he met Draco's grey eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy, how may I help you?" Sirius asked, keeping his voice as even as possible.

He didn't feel calm at all.

"Would you have a minute for me after dinner, Professor? I think I would like help with my Patronus after all," Draco replied. His smile looked perfectly innocent as he kept his eyes on Sirius. His light grey eyes, on the other hand, danced with mirth and anticipation. Sirius knew what he was supposed to say.

"Of course. Come by my quarters, I'm usually not in my office after dinner," he heard himself say instead. Sirius wanted to curse himself.

"I will. See you later."

Draco left.

Sirius wanted to hit his head against the nearest solid surface.

---

Sirius didn't show up in the Great Hall for dinner that night. He didn't even know if he was able to eat something, so he decided to leave food for after his meeting with Draco. He didn't know what the boy wanted, didn't know which game he played exactly.

Yes, Draco was interested in him, but did he want anything to happen? Right now? Tonight? Or did he actually want Sirius to teach him the Patronus and continue teasing him? There was also the possibility of Draco simply not showing up, a possibility which Sirius hoped for and despised at the same time.

Waiting for dinner to be over was like torture, so Sirius took a quick shower and cleaned up for a bit to keep himself busy. He was pouring himself a glass of elderflower wine Molly had sent him for Halloween when the sound of a bell echoed through his quarters. Sirius almost dropped the bottle, but caught himself just in time.

"Come in!" he shouted instead, continuing to pour himself a glass.

He forced his hand to stop shaking and took a sip before he made his way to the threshold between kitchen and lounge.

"Draco. Care for a glass?" Sirius asked. He kept his voice surprisingly steady.

"No thanks," Draco replied, smiling as he stood behind the couch Sirius had sat on the last time.

"Anything else you'd like to drink?"

Draco shook his head.

"Very well." Sirius muttered, walking towards the couch opposite Draco. He sat down on it and took another sip before he set his wine glass onto the coffee table. He motioned Draco to sit down, and his eyes widened slightly when the blond walked past the couch he'd previously stood behind, past the coffee table and sat down next to Sirius.

Too close for comfort. Too close to be casual.

Too close for Sirius to conceal his reaction properly.

Sirius awkwardly cleared his throat.

"So, the Patronus charm-"

"We both know that's not why I'm here, Sirius," Draco interrupted him, an amused smirk gracing his features.

Sirius swallowed. "It isn't, is it," he mumbled lowly.

"I gather you had a talk with the headmistress?"

"I did," Sirius confirmed.

"And?"

"We wouldn't break any rules."

Draco nodded, he didn't seem surprised. He probably knew about it beforehand.

Draco bit his lower lip as he sat up, pulling his legs up on the couch so he sat on them. He closed the distance between himself and Sirius by sliding onto Sirius' lap.

Sirius' breath hitched.

This felt completely surreal. Draco fit perfectly onto his lap, his slender legs framing Sirius'. Sirius cautiously rested his hands on Draco's clothed knees, sliding them upwards slowly. It was like he was scared of shattering Draco – no ... not quite.

It was like Sirius was scared of shattering a dream, of waking up and realizing that this wasn't real at any moment.

Sirius stopped when he reached the joints of Draco's hips, sliding his thumb underneath the loose silk shirt Draco wore. He wasn't in his school robes, again. Sirius licked his lip as he watched his fingers disappearing beneath the black cloth, the feeling of Draco's soft skin against the callous tips of Sirius' thumbs.

Draco lightly touched Sirius' chin, making him look up at him.

His smile deepened as his light grey eyes met dark grey ones. Sirius' pupils were blown with arousal, and they'd barely even touched. Draco felt adrenaline flooding his veins, the rush of hormones making him feel light-headed.

Draco leaned in, his eyelids fluttering shut. His lips touched Sirius' in a soft kiss.

Sirius' grip on Draco's hips tightened in response, a feeling like the prickling of champagne spreading throughout his whole body.

Their lips parted with a soft sound, their looks meeting before Draco leaned back in, his head tilted to get a better angle. Draco moaned when Sirius leaned into the kiss, deepening it. Sirius pulled Draco closer, gasping when he felt Draco's clothed erection against his own.

Draco used the opportunity to slip his tongue into Sirius' mouth, meeting Sirius' tongue in soft strokes. Draco grabbed onto the material of Sirius' shirt with one hand, the other fisting up in the long black hair which smelled like lemons. It was intoxicating.

Sirius slid his hands underneath Draco's shirt and up his bare back. He revelled in the soft moans that escaped Draco's lips as he ran his nails over the pale skin.

Draco pulled back slightly, his lips shiny with saliva and pink from their kiss.

"Do you want me?" he whispered, his eyes dark with arousal.

Sirius swallowed as he nodded.

"Yes."

Draco smiled as he got up, taking one of Sirius' hands to pull him up with him.

Sirius looked up at Draco as he stood in front of him. His breath hitched when Draco leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Sirius' ear as a hand firmly cupped the bulge in his pants.

"Then take me."

Sirius growled as he grabbed Draco's wrist, dragging him into his bedroom.

He shut the door and pushed Draco up against it, attacking the pale column of the blond's neck with kisses and bites. Draco moaned at the feeling of teeth digging into his skin, at the feeling of Sirius' hands keeping him flush against the door by his hips, at the sound of Sirius' growls, at Sirius dominating him. Draco loved to be in control, yes, but he was more than willing to submit when it felt like that.

"You want me to take you, huh?" Sirius growled, biting down on Draco's collarbone when he didn't answer immediately.

"Yes," Draco gasped, his heart beating frantically as his arousal built up.

Sirius hummed. "And you think you deserve to be rewarded for being a tease?"

Draco moaned as Sirius cupped his dick through his pants.

"I ought to punish you for that ridiculous chant," Sirius whispered in between peppering kisses along the column of Draco's neck.

"But it did get your point across, so you're off the hook for now," Sirius added.

He slid his hand into Draco's pants, looking up at him through lidded eyes as he wrapped his fingers around Draco's hard cock.

Draco's eyelids fluttered as Sirius started to stroke him firmly but oh-so-slowly. Sirius smirked when Draco's breathing grew heavy, when he sacked against the door and was putty in Sirius' hands, when he grabbed onto Sirius to stay upright.

Sirius leaned his forehead against Draco's, catching his lips in small brief kisses as he tightened his grip on Draco's cock. Draco wrapped his arms firmly around Sirius' shoulders and neck, holding onto him as he slowly fell apart. His cheeks were flushed as was his chest. He felt like it was way too hot, like Sirius was way too close and all of this was way too intense, and yet none of it felt like it was enough.

Draco mewled when Sirius twisted his wrist and put pressure on the tip of Draco's cock. Sirius smirked as he slowed down his ministrations, loosening his grip.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his breath hitting Draco's lips as their noses touched.

Draco nodded weakly, his eyes still lidded when Sirius softly pulled him towards the bed. Sirius laid down and pulled Draco on top of him, lazily grinding up against him as their lips met in a series of kisses.

Draco sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, running a hand through his light hair as he looked down at Sirius. Sirius smirked as he sat up as well, Draco still sitting on top of him. He looked at Draco's pale skin, his hands wandering over it, eager to touch every bit. Sirius softly brushed over Draco's scars, leaning down to place a soft kiss on each of the silver-ish stripes which graced his torso, smiling against the skin when he felt Draco shivering beneath him.

Sirius trailed kisses back up Draco's torso, his hands sliding along until his lips were met by Draco's and his hands were buried in blond hair.

Draco sighed into the kiss, tilting his head and opening his mouth to give Sirius better access. Sirius took the invitation and languidly stroked Draco's tongue with his own, enjoying the taste of pumpkin juice and chocolate ice cream. Sirius melted into the feeling of Draco's hands against his skin, stroking him softly underneath his shirt, he revelled in the soft touch of the tip of Draco's nose against his cheekbone, in the tickling of fine blond strands on his face, in the frantic beating of Draco's heart against the hand Sirius rested on Draco's bare chest.

When they separated Draco pulled Sirius' shirt over his head, pushing the man back onto the soft mattress. Draco leaned down and dipped his tongue into Sirius' navel, leaving kisses all over his tan torso. Draco explored Sirius' body by tracing the outlines of his muscles and bones with the tips of his fingers, by peppering soft kisses on every mole, by touching his bare torso to Sirius'.

Sirius rolled them over when Draco leaned in for another kiss, sealing Draco's lips with his own. Sirius spread Draco's legs and rested between them, smirking slightly when he felt long legs wrapping around his waist. They ground their hips against each other, gasping and moaning into each others' mouth at the delicious friction between them.

"Turn around," Sirius mumbled in between kisses.

Draco pushed Sirius away and did as he was told, kneeling on the bed with his back to Sirius. He tilted his head and hummed when Sirius' arms wrapped around his torso, Sirius' front against his back, Sirius lips peppering his shoulders with soft kisses.

Draco moaned when Sirius grabbed his cock and pushed his pants and trousers down in the same motion. He felt Sirius chin rest on his shoulder, felt the stubble against his skin as Sirius' hand stroked him slowly.

Draco turned his head. He fisted Sirius' hair as they kissed, Sirius continuing to pump Draco's cock. Draco groaned when Sirius' free hand roamed over his chest and he started caressing his nipples. Sirius rolled the hard buds between his fingertips, alternating between them whenever he felt like it.

Sirius smiled as he pulled away, licking his lips as he looked at Draco. He was completely dishevelled. His hair was all over the place and his eyes were lidded as he breathed heavily, groaning whenever Sirius tightened his grip and twisted his wrist just the right way. His nipples were hard, his chest and face flushed and his cock was hard, beautiful, flushed and leaked with pre-cum. Sirius could have looked at him forever, but his pants had become incredibly tight.

Sirius stopped pumping Draco's cock and placed a reassuring kiss on his shoulder before he pushed Draco down. Draco buried his face in the pillow, his arse in front of Sirius.

"Your arse is so beautiful," Sirius hummed.

Sirius undressed Draco fully before he undressed himself, stroking himself a few times before he spread the cheeks of Draco's arse, burying his nose in the crack. He started licking the puckered hole, pleased when Draco released a high-pitched moan at the sudden feeling.

Sirius nibbed at the hole, suckled, licked and did everything imaginable with his tongue in order to make Draco fall apart. And he succeeded. Draco moaned and groaned, he shivered and shuddered, he begged for Sirius to just make him come, to give him release.

Sirius gave Draco's ass one final lick before he sat up, massaging the perfect lumps of flesh with his strong hands.

"Illubricate aqua," Sirius mumbled, pleased when his fingers were covered in lube. He stroked along the rim of Draco's flutteirng hole before he slowly inserted the first digit, peppering kisses along the base of Draco's spine whenever he stiffened. He only moved when Draco relaxed completely, slowly adjusting him to the feeling of one finger inside of him.

Draco moaned, muffling the sounds by biting into the pillow as Sirius repeated the process until Draco was filled with four fingers. He already felt so full, but it still wasn't enough. He wanted more, and he knew that Sirius' cock was thick, he'd felt it when he'd cupped him earlier.

"I'm ready," Draco said, his voice hoarse, the words sounding broken as they left his lips.

Sirius removed his fingers. He used a protection charm before he lubricated his dick, also spreading some more of the liquid between Draco's arse cheeks.

Draco felt like he was being torn apart. Sirius was enormous, and he'd only started easing his head into Draco. Draco tried to relax, breathing deeply and focusing on the feeling of Sirius hands stroking his sides, focusing on Sirius' soft lips on his skin.

Sirius groaned when he was finally inside of Draco, filling him up completely. He continued to stroke Draco, murmuring reassurances to get him to relax, tracing the outline of his spine to calm him down. Only the sound of their laboured breathing and their frantic heartbeats could be heard.

"Move," Draco mumbled after a few moments of silence.

"Okay," Sirius said.

He pressed one final kiss to Draco's spine before he slowly started to move. It felt glorious. Draco's arse was tighter and better and hotter than he could have imagined. Sirius felt like every nerve end in his body was on fire, like every stroke of his cock inside of Draco triggered a new rush of adrenaline and endorphines in his body. He felt like he was on top of the world, he felt invincible.

And Draco shattered. He fell apart underneath Sirius, felt like he was melting with every movement inside of him. The friction was horrible and beautiful, it tore him apart and put him back together. Draco was on fire and yet it wasn't hot enough. He wanted Sirius to be closer, to be deeper inside of him, to belong to him in every way possible. So he demanded it.

Sirius was surprised when Draco demanded more, demanded of Sirius to take him completely, to block out everything but him. But he was more than willing to comply. Sirius slipped out of Draco and turned him around, he slipped back into Draco before he pulled him up. Sirius still kneeled as Draco sat on his lap, his legs wrapped around Sirius as Sirius' cock was buried deep inside of him. Sirius kissed Draco, their teeth clashing, their tongues mingling and their noses bumping. Draco rolled his hips as Sirius fucked him, their bodies meeting again and again as they lost themselves in each other.

"More," Draco demanded in between kisses.

Sirius complied.

He may have been the one to fuck Draco, but he clearly wasn't the one in control.

They couldn't tell where Draco begun and Sirius ended as they lay on the bed, fucking sloppily and kissing even sloppier. But it felt perfect, perfect in every way as Sirius completely lost his rhythm, perfect as Draco scratched hard enough to draw blood, perfect as they came together, holding onto each other because there wasn't anything else to anchor them.

---

"Did you have dinner?" Draco asked when Sirius stomach growled for the third time in a row.

"Nope, couldn't eat," Sirius replied, running his hand through Draco's hair.

They lay next to each other on Sirius' bed, Draco propped up on his elbows so they could look at each other.

"Oh?" Draco inquired, a smug smirk on his features.

Sirius smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Shut up."

"Hmm, I thought you liked to hear my voice."

"I prefer to hear you moan my name."

Draco leaned in, his lips brushing against Sirius' as he spoke.

"We can arrange that."

Comments

[capitu]

Oh, Sirius, you're not a weak man, you just never stood a chance again seductive!Draco. :D

And I don't blame him. I love how he ~tried to resist, and by "tried" I mean lusted and pined and angsted to Harry of all people. \o/ That was brilliant! I love that Harry was the confidant here. Lol And on that note, I loved Harry and Luna. <3

The chant! Hahahaha, priceless! And then

"Then take me."

Yes! At last, I love them together, hot, so hot! Awesome work, mystery writer. Thank you! <33

[gracerene]

Such a charming fic! I like the AU verse her,e and I thought you did a really great and effective job at showing how things different in those brief snapshots at the beginning, without weighing the fic down with those differences. Not an easy task!

I really enjoyed Sirius here, and Draco's dramatics were great. OMG a song! So like our lovely Draco of canon. :D

Fun and sexy work! :D

[abyss-valkyrie.livejournal.com]

Aaahhh!!! Well,that went hot!Real hot! The chant was perfect,so Draco and completely hilarious. Harry was a great godson and Ginny's fiery attitude was the best!! This was a really fun get together fic,I love them!! Now I feel like reading more of this pairing!!

[fangqueen.livejournal.com]

I will never get tired of reading about and writing about Seductive!Draco utterly captivating whoever he's set his sights on. This was brilliant, you're brilliant, well done!

[articcat621.livejournal.com]

Oooooh I love a seductive!Draco :D this was wonderfully written and super hot! <3