|Ms. Katonic (ms_katonic) wrote in slytherinrising,|
@ 2007-08-10 22:00:00
YOTC Chapter 27 alternate ending
Happy Birthday divadivine!
Technically, you're not 20 until tomorrow, but that's only a couple of hours away. So here it is, just for you, your present!
It's an alternative ending to Chapter 27. One in which Sirius, not for the first time in his life, finally lets his libido get the better of his principles.
NC17. Alternates between BDSM bondage and mild torture, and sweet and romantic fluffiness.
“I don't want a normal life!” she yelled at him. “I wanted you!”
And finally she got an emotional reaction out of him. Sirius flinched, before getting up and walking away. He wouldn't even look at her now, leaning his head against the far wall. When he did speak again, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“Marls. Go home. Please.” Marlie had heard many things from Sirius but she'd never really heard him beg. Still, anything was better than the coldness she'd seen before. Seizing the opportunity, she got up and slid behind him, resting her head on his back. Without even thinking about it, her hands slid to his hips as she closed her eyes, feeling part of the ache in her heart start to fade.
“You still need me, Padfoot,” she whispered. “Come on, come back with me. Come back to the Shrieking Shack. I'll help you, we can do this, we can free you-”
“No,” Sirius cut in. “We can't. I mean it, Marls, I'm not risking your life like this.”
“Too late,” Marlie murmured. “Consider it risked.” Her hands began to move of their own accord, sliding down his hips and inwards, as her entire body pressed up against his. Marlie gasped as he leant back into her, his head tilting back and his hair falling down, so close she could rub her face in it if she wanted.
“Padfoot,” she moaned softly, her pelvis starting to grind up against him. He was responding, she could feel it, a groan escaping his lips as her fingers met in the middle over ill-concealed evidence of his arousal. Not long now, not long and he'd be on his knees for her... As one hand stayed teasing him, the other snuck upwards, fingers worming their way under his shirt.
She felt him freeze, gasping as her fingers met his skin, and for a moment, she thought he was going to push her away again. Then she heard him moan as he closed his eyes and sank slowly to his knees.
“How do you always do this to me?” he groaned, sounding like an animal in pain. “How do you always know how to get past me?”
Her lips twisted cruelly, hiding the leap of joy in her heart. “I know you, Sirius Black,” she whispered in his ear, kneeling behind him, one hand running over his chest while the other slid into his hair, twisting the ebony strands around her fingers as she yanked his head back, turning his face so she could look into his eyes. Blue eyes looked into blue eyes, Marlie's curious and disinterested, while Sirius's were wells of pain. Strangely, he'd stopped fighting.
“You will destroy us both,” he whispered, the words forcing their way out as if they were shards of broken glass.
Marlie did hesitate at that. She didn't really want to hurt – well, she didn't want to traumatise him, anyway. But there was something in his eyes...
“Do you want to be destroyed?”
“Yes,” Sirius breathed. “Yes, if it's you doing it.” Marlie nearly squealed from excitement. Nearly... if that wouldn't have shattered the moment. She settled for tightening her grip on his hair.
“This is hurting you.”
“But you like it.”
“Yeah.” There was no mistaking the look in his eyes now. Pure, unadulterated desire... and hope. Marlie let him go, feeling secretly pleased at the slight disappointment on his face as she did so.
“Take your shirt off.”
Sirius wasted no time in ripping it off and hurling it into a corner. He was topless now, kneeling on all fours clad in nothing but his jeans and boots. Taking his head in her hands, Marlie kissed him, ungently forcing his lips open, violating him as her tongue claimed him for her own. Sirius returned the kiss eagerly, moaning into her mouth. Finally, Marlie let him go.
“You are such a perverted slapper, Sirius.”
Sirius nodded, a slight smile on his lips.
“Oh yeah. But I'm your perverted slapper, dearest.” He looked up hopefully. Marlie rolled her eyes. Men. So pathetic sometimes. Such slaves to their libidoes. Still, it had its advantages.
“You so are, Padfoot,” Marlie whispered, reaching down and rubbing one of his nipples. “You are so mine.”
“Yours,” Sirius grunted. “All – ah!” Marlie had pressed hard and started tweaking. She watched, eyes alight as Sirius began to writhe in her arms, moaning as she twisted, touched and tortured to her heart's content. Moving to his side, she kept one hand on his nipple while the other unfastened his jeans and wrenched them down along with his underwear. Sirius tilted his head back as one of her fingernails dug in to him, shivering with the pain.
“Did that hurt?” she murmured.
“Yes. Oh yes,” Sirius breathed. Marlie could only wonder at his preferences but did not complain. The sight of nearly naked Sirius on his hands and knees, practically begging for her, was not unappealing.
“You've been a very bad boy lately, Sirius,” she told him, running one set of fingertips down his back as the other scored a trail down his front. Sirius bucked at the touch but did not move. “You've been treating me appallingly badly, you know. I was very hurt when you ran away like that. Very hurt indeed.” She leaned next to him, bringing her lips to his ear. “I think you need to be punished. I think you need to suffer like I did. I think it's time I showed you what it's like to be hurt.”
A tremendous shiver ran through Sirius's entire body at these words. “Please. Oh please.” he moaned. Marlie smiled, running her fingernails down his spine until she reached his arse. Cupping his arse in one hand, she reached around with the other until she found his cock. She curled her fingers around it, feeling its weight seem to fall naturally into her hand. Of course, this was the point where her imagination ran out. Damn. Here she was, with a practically naked man at her mercy and she'd not a clue what to do with him. She could almost hear Rianne howling with laughter.
Well, she had to do something, ideally without ruining the mood. Slowly, she began to stroke him, gently at first. However, as he didn't seem to be complaining, she tightened her grip and began to speed up.
“Well, Padfoot?” she asked, trying to sound casual. “What should I do with you, hmm? What would you suggest for someone as badly behaved as you?”
“Stop wanking me,” Sirius growled. “You're far too good at it.” Marlie promptly slapped his arse.
“Keep a civil tongue in your head, Padfoot, or I shall be forced to really hurt you,” Marlie warned him.
“Ooh. Bite me.”
“Don't,” Marlie snarled, “tempt me.” Letting him go, she produced her wand and uttered a hex. Sirius found himself dragged by an invisible force to the nearest wall and his wrists pinned above his head, holding him still. Glaring, Marlie advanced on him, pocketing her wand. He wasn't smiling now. Tied, naked and vulnerable, Sirius was at her mercy. She couldn't remember when he'd last looked so appealing.
“You look rather nice like that,” Marlie purred. “You and I must do this more often.” And then she was on him, kissing him ferociously, rubbing up against him, moaning as she felt him responding, his erection grinding against her. Aroused beyond all measure, she abandoned rational thought and let her body get on with it, now kissing him madly, now planting fierce kisses on his neck, nibbling and sucking the skin so hard it would be bound to leave marks later, before planting a trail of kisses down his chest to his nipples, taking one in her mouth and beginning to lick it, tracing circles with the tip of her tongue. Sirius cried out, struggling in his restraints as she began nibbling at him.
“Marlie, god yes, more, ahh!” Marlie's teeth had nipped his skin, causing him to practically leap out of the restraints. Marlie, rather pleased at the effect she was having on him, began to flex her nails against his back, enjoying the little moans he made as they stabbed into him.
Yes, yes, more, hurt me. Sirius closed his eyes and let Marlie do what she would, feeling her nails leaving tracks on his flesh, tracks that burnt all the more as her tongue followed. Yours, all yours. When he was pinned like this, vulnerable like this, he could forget that he was a fugitive on the run, that his life was in perpetual danger, that anyone who helped him was similarly in danger and that one of them was the love of his life, who also happened to be underage. When he was trapped like this, he finally felt free.
And then he felt fingers curl gently around his balls, nails barely scraping the skin, before lips pressed against the head of his cock, and a tongue began to leisurely trace a path around the edge, light touches flickering over a thousand nerve endings. Sirius's eyes flashed open, the unexpectedness of the act stunning him more than the actual feelings it elicited.
“Ssh,” Marlie murmured as she glanced up. Her left hand had moved around to cup his arse, squeezing the cheeks in a steady rhythm that matched the one her right hand was using on his cock. “Don't worry. Just let me know if I'm doing this wrong.”
“You're not,” Sirius breathed, closing his eyes as she fisted his cock. “You're so not.” And then her lips were on him again, and he could feel her tongue sliding into his slit, and then everything was warmth and heat and wetness and friction and all thought was gone from him.
When he next opened his eyes, he was curled up on the floor in Marlie's arms, head resting on her breasts, sore all over but feeling relaxed regardless. Marlie had pulled his jeans back up and fastened them for him, and he was wrapped in her cloak. He vaguely remembered her cleaning him up too – Marlie being Marlie, she'd darted out of the way as he came, catching him in her hand before a quick Scourgify had removed the evidence. And now he was curled up in her arms like a child.
Wrong. So wrong. Oh god, don't leave me.
“Say something?” Marlie asked, stroking his hair.
“It's not going to work, is it?” Sirius sighed. Marlie stopped stroking him, going very still.
“What won't?” Marlie said, her voice sounding very small suddenly.
“Running away from you,” Sirius replied. “You will keep on bloody finding me, won't you?”
“And?” There was still fear in her voice. She still thinks I'm going to leave her.
“So if you're going to insist on doing these stupid things like get involved with wanted criminals, I suppose I'd better stick around. You know, to keep an eye on you. Christ knows what you're going to end up getting into otherwise.”
Marlie finally relaxed, giggling as she flung her arms around him. “Funny. I could say the same about you.”
Sirius laughed, trying to hide the anxieties still niggling at the back of his mind. Suppose it doesn't work out, suppose she gets tired of me, suppose something happens to me, suppose something happens to her, if I lose her, I lose everything, I'm old enough to be her father, what the hell do I do now??
And then Marlie kissed him again, and he stopped caring. Bollocks to it. Let her decide.
“Marlie?” he asked after breaking off the kiss.
“This is probably going to sound weird and a bit pervy...”
Marlie rolled her eyes. “You don't say.” Sirius grinned, looking away. It felt easier opening up if he wasn't looking right at her. Rather like he was talking out loud to himself.
“Although given that you quite voluntarily shackled me to the wall and did unspeakable things to me, I don't know why I thought that would bother you.”
“You're forgetting I know Rianne. I've heard it all.” She ruffled his hair. “Go on then. What were you going to say?”
Sirius paused, before pulling her closer.
“Oh I don't know. Just... would you mind awfully making all the decisions from now on? I've not got the best track record in that area, you see, and I'm thinking it might be best if someone who actually has some sense decides what I'm going to do with my life.”
Marlie stared at him, biting her lip. Sirius looked away, beginning to wish he'd never said anything. He'd offended her. She was going to think he was a complete weirdo, well, more of a weirdo.
“You... what?” Marlie said, confused. “But I'm just a kid...”
“Exactly, you're sixteen, and you're still smarter than I was, then and now. Come on, Marlie, look at where I've ended up. First I ended up in prison, then I ended up hurting the woman I love for a really stupid reason. I really cannot be trusted to run my own life. Run it for me? Please?” He smiled up at her, hoping his nervousness wasn't showing... and that she wasn't about to run screaming. He wouldn't blame her if she did. Oddly enough, there weren't many women who reacted well to fully grown men throwing themselves at their feet and begging them to look after them. He wasn't sure why he'd asked her now, only that being held in her arms, or tied up for that matter, made him feel finally at peace.
Marlie was still staring at him, looking like she was about to cry, or be ill, or something.
“Marls?” he asked, quietly starting to panic. “Are you alright? You've gone very pale.”
“I... yeah,” Marlie whispered. “Did you mean that? What you just said... about me. Did you just call me the woman you loved?”
Oh. Bollocks. She wasn't meant to know that. Arses.
“Oh, that. Er... yeah?” Sirius closed his eyes, awaiting the sound of running feet and Marlie finally deciding she'd had enough of the screwed up lunatic with the pervy fantasies. What he got was something quite different.
“Oh... Sirius!” Without warning, Marlie had flung her arms around him and clutched him to her, burying her face in his hair. It was a second or two before Sirius realised she was actually crying.
“Marls,” he whispered, stroking her hair, fighting panic as she sobbed into his shoulder. “Don't cry. Please don't cry. It's not that horrible a thought, is it?”
Marlie shook her head. “No,” she gasped, wiping her eyes as she sat up. To his surprise, she was actually smiling. “No, everything's fine. Everything's really great!”
“It is?” Sirius was now completely lost. “Er... do you often burst into tears when everything's wonderful then? Because you could have warned me.”
Marlie playfully swatted him on the shoulder. “No, you silly man. I love you too!”
It was a few minutes before Sirius even thought about responding. He'd known she cared about him, of course, and he'd even dared to hope she was in love, or could fall in love with a little persuasion... but he'd never really believed it. Until now. Sirius slowly became aware that he was grinning like an idiot.
“Really?” Oh nice one, Padfoot. Very smooth.
Marlie nodded, tears still wet on her cheeks and looking like she might be about to cry again. “Yeah.”
Sirius stared at her for a moment longer, processing this information. She loves me. She really does. She feels the same. She really loves me!
Without even thinking about what he was doing, he'd got to his feet, scooped Marlie up in his arms and swung her round, whooping with delight. Marlie shrieked, clinging on to him for dear life.
“Padfoot, put me down!” she squealed. Sirius did so, gazing into her eyes, still with that same stupid grin on his face.
“I love you!” he gasped. “I fucking love you, kitten!” And it didn't matter any more that he was twenty years older than she was, that he was on the run for his life, and not in any way a suitable boyfriend for anyone, never mind a young sixteen year old. All that mattered was that Marlie wanted him too. Taking her in his arms, he smoothed her hair back before kissing her, holding her to him, lost in the smell of her, the taste of her. She was kissing him back, holding on to him, moaning into his mouth, tongue tasting him.
I love you, I need you, stay with me forever, I adore you. Sexy kitten, I am yours, completely yours, forever yours, I love you.
Sirius, oh Sirius, don't leave me again. Just promise me you'll always be there. I've missed you so much...
Finally, they broke off, Sirius still holding her in his arms, gazing down at her dreamy-eyed.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, stroking her face. “My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend.”
Marlie gave an involuntary squeal at this, tightening her grip on him.
“Really?” she breathed. Sirius nodded, resting his forehead against hers.
“So what does that make you?” Marlie asked.
“Your adoring slave?”
“Suits me,” Marlie grinned, reaching up to kiss him again.
“So what did you come here for anyway?” Sirius asked. “I take it it wasn't to declare undying love and molest me, was it?”
Marlie remembered what she'd actually come for in the first place. “I found this in Gryffindor.” Reaching into her pocket with a dramatic flourish, she produced the password list. “It's a list of passwords for the week. I was thinking you and I could sneak in tomorrow night and visit an old friend?”
Sirius took the list from her, scanning it in silence. Then, without a word, he pulled her back in for a hug and kissed her again.
“You,” he murmured, “are brilliant. When did you want to go?”
“Meet me at midnight in the Entrance Hall, tomorrow night,” Marlie purred. She backed away from him, smiling seductively. Sirius had to fight himself to keep from walking back over to her and kissing her again. But no. Soon, if this worked, Wormtail would be put away, and he'd be a free man again. And then, he promised silently, then Marlie would be his, all his. Until then, he could wait.
“Tomorrow night,” Sirius agreed, before bidding Marlie farewell and sinking on to the sofa, alone once more, but no longer lonely.