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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-07 23:50:00

Entry tags:

dorian gray, sirius black

Who: Sirius and Dorian. Open to Remus.
What: Stumbling home after a drink or two. Or twelve.
Where: Colligo streets, then Sirius' flat.
When: Late on the night of the 7th March.
Rating: Probs highish for language and stuff.
Status: Incomplete

Sirius leant back against a wall, attempting to use his PDA by holding it an inch from his face and squinting at it angrily. But it didn't really work, and when he pulled his wand from behind his ear and poked at the little muggle device, it just gave a weird squeaking noise and turned into a dog toy shaped like a bone. Sirius froze, looking completely baffled, then swore loudly.

"Oh, fucking thing!" He scowled at it, then shoved the dog toy and his wand into his back pocket and looked around the darkened street. A street lamp sent a weird orange glow over the scene, but the street appeared empty apart from the animagus stood on the corner, swaying slightly as the alcohol sent his world spinning. They were only a few minutes walk away from this flat, but Dorian had apparently managed to get lost in the two minutes Sirius had been occupied. "Gray!" He bellowed, in no particular direction. "Dorian! Come the fuck on, mate!"

Sirius and Dorian had been to the pub for a casual drink, which had turned into a few more casual drinks, and before he knew it they were being kicked out alongside their little group of drunken friends (none of whom they'd known more than three hours) because last orders had been served an hour ago and no' one really knew what they were still doing here. So, bidding goodbye to their temporary friends, Sirius and Dorian had started the winding, wobbily walk home towards building D. And it really was bloody cold and Sirius rather wanted a burger, so where the hell had his infuriatingly attractive drinking companion sloped off to?

"Dorian!" Sirius tried again. "Are you taking a piss? Or have you died in a gutter?"

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seemysoul
2011-03-10 02:48 am UTC (link)

Dorian imagined they did look quite similar naked, except for the scars. Dorian would have wagered he would have had Sirius beat in that department before he'd sold his soul, but they'd all disappeared.

"Oh, don't--" Dorian started to protest, only to have his teeth clack together as Sirius' knee bone connected with his jawbone. "Ouch! Ugh..." He tasted blood, and his stomach churned just knowing that Sirius had left him in favor of worshiping the porcelain goddess.

He let his head fall back against the sofa, holding the beer bottle against his temple. Only when he heard Sirius returning did he crack his eyes open again. "Bed..."

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pad_foot
2011-03-10 11:53 pm UTC (link)

Sirius grinned to himself, before using various bits of furniture to steady himself until he reached the sofa. A moment later the wizard was standing behind the spot where Dorian was sitting, looking down on him from his elevated position.

"Bed," he agreed, then tilted his head with a wolfish grin. "You gonna be alright on the sofa? I mean... there's my old room, but I've been using it as a garage-slash-storeroom-slash-whatever so it will need to be vacated." He reached out absently, twirling a strand of Dorian's dark hair around his own finger thoughtfully. It really was almost exactly the same as his. How weird. Sirius wondered if the rest of the Gray family had Black family doubles.

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seemysoul
2011-03-11 12:36 am UTC (link)

Unlike Sirius, Dorian was an only child. His father had been killed in a duel, his mother had died in childbirth, and his grandfather had resented Dorian for reminding him of the daughter he had driven to heartbreak. Dorian wondered if Sirius had lash marks on his back from being repeatedly flogged as a boy. He almost wished he still had his. It would have made him more human.

He reached up and touched Sirius' hand, absently stroking, but careful not to burn him with the cigarette butt. "I'm not moving from this spot."

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pad_foot
2011-03-11 01:52 am UTC (link)

Sirius hesitated as Dorian's hand touched his, a faint wrinkle appearing between his eyebrows as he frowned. It'd be really easy, he thought, just to lean over the back of the sofa and press his lips against his twins. Sirius had never been one for monogomy, and Remus knew how bad he was at it. He didn't say anything for a moment, let his knuckle graze gently against Dorian's temple as two sets of identical fingers twisted together. Then he forced himself to think of Remus in the next room and pulled his hand away to reach for his wand in his back pocket.

"Accio blanket."

A blanket unearthed itself from underneath a pile of coats and sailed towards Sirius, who snatched it out of the air and chucked it over onto Dorian's lap. There were cushions on the sofa so hopefully that would do for pillows. A moment later Sirius had summoned a tall glass of water, which landed on the coffee table beside the sofa. The wizard was still leaning on the back of the seat, lettting it take charge of his current balancing problem.

"There," Sirius pocketed his wand with an easy grin. "Sorted." He reached over, ruffling Dorian's hair teasingly. "Now finish up and go to sleep, prat."

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seemysoul
2011-03-11 03:58 am UTC (link)

Dorian stared up at Sirius for a moment, studying the expressions that crossed the other man's face. Watching in fascination as the tiny furrows deepened and relaxed. They were kindred spirits, struggling with similar predicaments; he could feel it. Sirius with Remus, Dorian with Miss Wotton. They ought to be faithful, but they were both so new at it.

It was a good thing he wasn't moving, or temptation might have won out--or rather he might have given in as he was wont.

He nodded under Sirius' hand, downing the beer, and crushing the cigarette to ashes in his hand. The embers only stung a little, but it provided a distraction from this bizarre fixation he had with his own face. Sirius' face. "You go to sleep, prig," he retorted, setting the bottle down and dusting the ashes into the appointed tray before he lay back. "Let's hope the Sandman is kind to us tonight."

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