lunalelle (lunalelle) wrote in hpdesmutathon, @ 2008-05-03 20:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | bellatrix, fic, sirius |
FIC: For the Forbidden Things (Bellatrix/Sirius) for lechatnomade
Title: For the Forbidden Things
Recipient: lechatnomade
Pairing: Bellatrix/Sirius
Word Count: 4139
Rating: NC17
Warnings: incest, hate!sex, mild breathplay, hair-pulling, face-slapping, alcohol abuse
Summary: Thrown together at a society event, Bellatrix confronts Sirius about what should have been. Her taunting eventually provokes both his temper and his passions into exploding.
Notes: Many thank to K for the beta! lechatnomade, I hope you enjoy it!
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, I'm hardly going to curse you with this crowd about." Bellatrix's eye-roll was as infuriating as her cavalier tone. Sirius hunched himself more over the balcony railing, as though removing her from his peripheral vision would remove her from existence.
'Damn Diana Eldridge,' Sirius thought, bitterly. Diana was in the perhaps unenviable position of being a pureblood of impeccable pedigree who had neither joined up with the Death Eaters nor turned 'blood traitor'. Somehow, she managed to have friends on both sides of the fence, and, wittingly or not, had invited members of both sides of the war to the same party -- along with a host of Ministry officials and their hangers-on. Neither side could storm out, or they'd be risking bringing uncomfortable attention to themselves. Sirius couldn't decide if Diana was making some misguided attempt to encourage reconciliations and cool tensions, or if she was far dimmer than he'd ever suspected, but either way, the entire evening resembled nothing so much as a box of firecrackers just waiting for ignition.
He should have known better than to hope Bellatrix would leave well enough alone.
There was a rustle of silk, and then dusky arms came into view, leaning on the iron-wrought rail. "Come now, Sirius," Bella drawled. "This is a party. You're meant to be mingling. You know... meaningless chatter, tiny snacks, repetitive dances, all of that."
"Fuck off, Bella," he growled, refusing to look either at or away from her.
For a moment, she remained silent, staring out at the sky, and for a moment, Sirius almost let himself believe she wasn't there. Then, when she did speak, the mockery had left her voice.
"Do you wait for it, too?"
Sirius closed his eyes briefly. "Do I what?"
"Wait for it."
He looked at her. He knew it was a mistake, knew he shouldn't, knew he'd regret it. But he looked at her, and she was beautiful.
Bella had always been beautiful. Sirius considered it her worst fault, the greatest sin of her existence, to appear so stunning, a vicious mind and poisoned soul unfairly gifted with such deceptive glory.
"Do you wait for the day when our stars rise?" she went on. "I always do. Even though it means winter is coming. There's just something terribly comforting about looking up and seeing a celestial body that has a connection to me. And I wondered if you waited for it, too."
Trying to look away, but unable to tear his eyes from her moon-bathed face, the silver light dancing on dark lashes, Sirius sighed, and gruffly replied, "Yes. I do."
The shade of a smile touched her lips. "I thought you might."
Sirius turned, leaning his elbows back on the railing and gazing back towards the ballroom. "Don't read too much into it."
"And whyever would I?" she asked, and he noted the creep of acid back into her voice.
"It doesn't mean anything."
"Black blood runs true and strong, Sirius." A hectic pace, the heat of fervor climbing in her words. "You've just proven as much. Running away doesn't make it stop—"
"Enough," he snarled, in warning.
"—You'll never get rid of it, Sirius, you can't get rid of something that's in your blood." High colour flooded her cheeks; not the anger he usually saw, but excitement, even hope. Her fingers reached out, closing around his wrist, and with the pressure of her thumb on his vein, he felt his pulse leap at her touch.
"Enough!" The word ripped out of him in a roar, and he spun around, seizing her shoulders.
But Bella didn't stop, she went on, inexorable: "Listen to what your blood is telling you, Sirius, come back to us, to me--"
"Stop it!"
"The stars are in your blood, Sirius, you can't ignore them forev--!" The last word halted abruptly when Sirius smacked her sharply across the mouth. He wanted to hurt her, he wanted to get rid of her, hell, he wanted to throw her off the bloody balcony. But when she gave a soft little gasp, and her tongue darted out to moisten her sore lower lip... oh, then he wanted to do something else entirely.
Her dark eyes looked up at him, narrowed slightly, her emotions broiling. The usual hate and disgust with her errant cousin swirled at the surface, but beneath them, Bellatrix felt a surge of hope, of passion renewed. She could do this, she could bring her cousin back into the fold, and with him at her side, they could be such a force, such a team...
It was what had always been intended for them.
Bella drew a deep breath. He hadn't broken away from her yet, and she knew that could only be working in her favour. They had not been so near since the day he had left home, when she had confronted him for what she thought would be the last time. It had been more than two years, yet still, she felt the tremor she had experienced then, the flutter of fate like a hummingbird's heart in her hand.
Sirius's hand drifted over her hair as his head dipped close to hers. "Damn you..." he whispered. "How in hell do you..."
He never finished the question, though she suspected she knew what it was. His forehead touched to hers, his mirror-grey eyes drinking in the luxury of her beauty. Deftly, his fingers tangled in her raven curls, and he pulled slightly, delighting in the soft, sharp intake of breath the thrill of pain provoked from her.
He wanted to sweep her up in his arms and never let go, wanted to lay claim to a prize some part of him still screamed ought to have been his all along. An image entered his head unbidden, of her dark skin laid bare, her body writhing beneath his, his hands pinning her wrists down to silk sheets. Intoxicating lust flooded through him, and his hands tightened on her. With his lips a breath above her jawline, he inhaled the spicy scent of her, exotic and enticing; then he dropped away suddenly, cursing under his breath, "To hell with you and your snares, Bellatrix!"
Bellatrix grasped at the front of his shirt, fisting her hands in the fabric. "No, Sirius, stay." It was an imploration or an order; neither was quite sure.
He thrust her from him, shoving her back against the railing, and held her at arm's length. "You will not play this game, not with me." Brusquely, Sirius released her and turned, storming back to the ballroom, expecting to hear her mocking laughter behind him, and strangely disappointed that it did not come.