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Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2007-09-19 00:00:00

[FIC] Stag and Drag: Sirius/James
Originally posted here on 19 September 2007

Title: Stag and Drag
Requestor: hecticity
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/James
Word Count: ~3800
Warnings: public sex, rimming, cross dressing, dub-con
Summary: It's the week before James' wedding and Sirius decides to throw a party for Lily & James. Shame he misunderstands the meaning of a 'Stag and Drag' party.
Author's Notes: For those unfamiliar with a 'stag & drag' party, it's a party held for both men & women held by the wedding party to raise money for the bride and groom -- and it involves heavy drinking and gambling. Which isn't exactly what Sirius has in mind. Thanks as always to my wonderful beta!



"Sirius, what the fuck are you wearing?"

"What, you don't like it?" Sirius asked, making a full revolution as he stepped into the room.

Raising an eyebrow, James looked Sirius over and shook his head. Stilettos, fishnet stockings, a skirt that was shorter than he'd even seen Lily wear and topped off with a corset. Of course, that didn't take into consideration that with the makeup and the wig, Sirius looked like a twelve knut whore.

"Please tell me why you're dressed like some trollop," James said, burying his head in his hands. "Rather, more importantly. Tell me why you're dressed in drag and know that I will hex you if you're intending on putting me in something that ridiculous."

Sirius flounced across the room (walking far too easily in those stilettos, James noted with a wince) and promptly plopped himself down in James' lap. James grunted, shifting in the chair to accommodate Sirius' added weight.

"The fuck?" James muttered, half-heartedly pushing at Sirius. The man's Animagus form should have been an ass, not a dog.

"'m throwing you a party, Jamie," Sirius said, tossing his arms around James' neck and planting a sloppy kiss on James' lips. He seemed to ignore James' sputters of indignation, both over the kiss and the ridiculous nickname. "The last hurrah before you become an old, stodgy, married type."

"That doesn't explain the drag," James muttered. He had nowhere in which to set his hands, other than on Sirius' person. With a sigh, he laid a hand on Sirius' thigh, which drew a soft noise that sounded suspiciously like an appreciative hum from the other man. James fought the urge to roll his eyes, still sitting with a lapful of Sirius Black. The man really could be a prat at times. Scratch at times.

Once more, Sirius placed a kiss on James' lips and this time, James could taste the remnants of Ogden's Old lingering there. Well, there was the perfect explanation. Sirius was drunk off his ass and had no idea what he was doing. It was what he told himself, anyway. Even if he knew Sirius usually had full control over his mental faculties when completely pissed.

"It does too explain my dress, Jamie!"

This time James slapped Sirius upside the head, clearly displeased with the repeated use of the nickname. Sirius shrugged it off, settling himself more firmly in James' lap. They were going nowhere fast and Sirius had the look of being more than content in James' lap. James, though, wondered when he suddenly didn't mind Sirius perched there so much. Could drunkenness be passed through osmosis?

"Alright, wise-arse, explain it to me," James said, knowing this explanation would rank among the most priceless ever.

"It's a stag and drag," Sirius said with a shrug. "You're the stag and I'm the one in drag." He cackled as if this was the funniest thing ever said. James was really beginning to wonder if Sirius' inebriated state was passing to him. He actually had found the statement funny.

"I have no choice but to go to this, do I?"

"None whatsoever," Sirius replied. "Of course, you can't go dressed like that."

James raised an eyebrow. "If you think I'm wearing a skirt..."

"Oh ye of little faith."

~*~

An hour later (give or take a few minutes) found Sirius and James in a darkened alley behind the club. Sirius had touched up his eyeliner and had, in the meantime, instructed James on what exactly he should be wearing. He was vaguely disconcerted by the fact that Sirius had had the foresight to purchase clothes, though they were going to have a discussion later about what size James found to be comfortable. Squeezing himself into a pair of jeans that were easily two sizes too small was not his idea of a good time. Not to mention the fact that he had to dispense with his pants for the evening. There was no way a pair of boxers were going to fit into those jeans.

The threat had already been delivered that if the jeans had rendered him impotent, Sirius was going to have a very irate Lily to deal with.

At least the slightly ragged oxford shirt that hung open nicely showed off his torso. All those years of Quidditch playing had given him a rather nice physique. It was only as they rounded the corner to see the line of men waiting to enter the club that James began to feel rather self-conscious.

"This is a gay bar!" James hissed, grabbing hold of Sirius' arm and dragging him back into the alley. "Are you out of your bloody mind?"

"What?" Sirius asked, shrugging. "You expected me to go in drag to a normal club? Oh Prongs," Sirius said, shaking his head. "So wise at times, and yet so stupid at others."

James frowned, glancing around the alley and noting they were the only ones there. Sirius had plainly said 'we' earlier in the night, and he had assumed this meant Moony and Wormtail as well. (Truth be told, James wouldn't have minded to see Peter relax in a club atmosphere.) Yet, there was no one else here.

"Sirius. Where's everyone else?"

"Who everyone else?"

"You know damn well what I mean. The others. You said 'we'."

"Elementary, my dear Prongsie. We. Me, myself and I and you to be perfectly accurate. Now stop fidgeting and come."

Before James could argue, he was dragged by the arm to the front of the line. The other patrons (thankfully there were a few women, James noted with a sigh of relief) sputtered and shouted various obscenities as they were waved in first. James glanced askance at Sirius, wondering just how he had gotten onto the A-list at the club. The question died away as they were thrust into the thrumming beat and flashing lights.

James knew one thing. If he was going to survive the night, he was going to need a drink.

~*~

What James did not want to admit was that he was having more fun at the club than he'd thought he would. The various gropings by the strange men even became welcome the more alcohol he had in his system.

Between the drink and the lights and the driving beat and the feel of bodies pressed against his, James no longer felt like himself. He danced with abandon and began to feel brave enough to return some of the gropes. Out of the corner of his eye, he could watch Sirius being coaxed quite willingly into a dance circle, men running their hands over Sirius' corset top and skirt. James wasn't sure why it surprised him. No matter where he was, Sirius commanded a room.

What James didn't like was the immediate feeling of jealousy that cropped up. He was here with Sirius and who were they to encroach on what was his?

James pushed his way through the crowd and to Sirius, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him away.

"What the fuck, Prongs?" Sirius asked once they were clear of the group.

"If you're here to show me a good time, then no abandoning me," James replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You don't want to see my idea of 'showing you a good time'," Sirius shot back. "Dare I remember you slapped me for kissing you earlier?"

"That was before you got me drunk."

Sirius lifted an eyebrow, stepping closer to James. He ran his hand down the centre of James' chest and when James didn't protest, moved lower to cup him through his trousers. James' eyes widened briefly, but Sirius showed no sign of stopping. Deftly, the other man flicked open the button of James' jeans and began to undo the zipper holding in James' cock.

"Are you out of your mind?" James hissed, trying to bat Sirius' hands away. "On the middle of a dance floor!?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "James, look to your left."

James' eyes followed Sirius', catching sight of two men dancing; back pressed to the other's front.

"Yeah? So? They're danci--" James broke off when he managed to catch the rhythm. It was hard to see in the flashing strobe lights, especially as very little clothing had been removed. But there it was -- one man's cock sliding smoothly into the other's arse as other men danced around them completely oblivious to the sex happening right beside them. James turned back to Sirius, mouth agape.

"No one'll notice," Sirius said, taking advantage of James' open mouth to kiss him.

All James could taste on Sirius' lips was the drink he had ingested earlier. There was no complaint or spoken protestations as Sirius managed to successfully lower James' zipper. He was already half hard, more aroused by the sight of the two men fucking than he cared to admit. Then, there it was: Sirius' hand encircled his cock and began to stroke in time with the music. James moaned into the kiss, his hips thrusting into Sirius' hand. Sirius worked him over like a master, his thumb spreading precome across the head, then tracing the vein lightly with his finger. James hung onto Sirius for dear life, not trusting his legs to hold him up any longer.

Nothing existed in the world outside of the thumping beat and Sirius' hand. James was vaguely aware of deepening the kiss, his tongue seeking its way into Sirius' mouth. Their tongues battled as Sirius cupped and rolled James' bollocks in his hand. Sirius seemed to know exactly where to touch him that had James' toes curling inside his shoes. Perhaps that was a difference. Women didn't possess a cock, but when a man masturbates, he knows exactly how to please himself. Perhaps that was why Sirius' touch felt so damned good.

The kiss ended abruptly, James' lips still puckered and kissing only air. Sirius' lips were elsewhere, following the line of his jaw down to his neck and nibbling on his collarbone that had presented itself. Sirius pushed James' shirt back enough to map the sinewy muscle with his tongue, adding small nips at irregular intervals. And yet through all this, Sirius didn't stop the stroking of James' cock.

Sirius' head moved lower, latching onto a nipple and sucking like a babe. His free hand found the other nipple, tweaking and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. James whimpered, clenching his jaw to keep from making too much noise and alerting anyone else to what they were doing. And still, the others danced around them, seemingly oblivious to what was going on.

Then there was no touch from Sirius. James opened his eyes (wondering when they had closed) to see Sirius kneeling before him. James hissed in protest, the hiss turning into a low moan as his cock slipped into Sirius' mouth. James' fingers threaded through Sirius' hair under the pretense of keeping his balance. Sirius' tongue followed the same progression his hand had, beginning with swirling around the head, then running along the length of his cock. While he sucked, Sirius' fingernail ran along the skin of his balls and behind, teasing his perineum.

Sirius' head dropped lower, opening his mouth wide enough to take his balls in, tongue rubbing against them. Lily may have known how to give head, but next to Sirius, she was a rank amateur.

Once more, Sirius' lips parted, James watching as the man swallowed his cock all the way to the root. Sirius apparently no longer possessed a gag reflex as he felt his cock hit the back of Sirius' throat. James' hands tightened in Sirius' hair, no longer needing the balance but guiding his head. He moved Sirius' head back and forth along his cock, feeling his climax rapidly approaching. And all through the act, all James could feel was the pounding of the music, seeming to permeate his very soul. His senses seemed to be heightened, hyper aware of the scent of sweat and alcohol swirling around him. If anyone was watching them, James was beyond noticing or caring at this point.

"Close..." James ground out.

In response, Sirius only seemed to suck harder, his cheeks hollowing with the effort. James took that as his cue that Sirius wasn't about to pull back. His balls tightened, coming and spilling into Sirius' mouth. Sirius pulled back enough to keep from choking, yet swallowed James' seed. He even went so far as to lick James clean, looking very much like the cat that had swallowed a canary.

Slowly, Sirius rose and pressed the length of his body against James'. Through the fabric of Sirius' short skirt, James could feel Sirius' arousal pressing into his hip. It was then that he thanked the gods he was young and could be ready again so quickly. He wasn't about to fuck on the dance floor--

Wait. Who said he was ready to fuck in the first place? There was a difference between a blowjob on a dance floor and offering his arse up. Wasn't there?

Sirius' lips sealed over his own and James noticed the change in taste. There was still the hint of alcohol though James could no longer discern what it was, but now the stronger taste was of his own semen. It shouldn't have been this arousing. James' tongue ran along Sirius' lips, taking in his taste before plunging into Sirius' mouth. It was stronger now, James' head quickly clouding with arousal. He knew he should be protesting, but when Sirius tasted this damn good, who was he to pull away?

Their kiss was abruptly broken once more, though this time it wasn't because of Sirius. One of the bouncers had appeared, looking none too pleased. Perhaps a handjob may have gone unnoticed, but Sirius dropping to his knees and sucking him off was fairly conspicuous. James felt a blush come to his cheeks, hiding slightly behind Sirius.

"You two. If you want to fuck, that's what the couches in the back room are for. Keep it off the dance floor."

"And if I don't?" Sirius asked, straightening his skirt. James had to laugh at the irony of the situation. Here Sirius was, dressed in drag and trying to make himself look more masculine than the bouncer.

"Yer out on yer ass," he said, giving Sirius a once over.

"You know what, James?" Sirius shot a look behind himself at James. "I don't like the atmosphere in here. Besides, I'm sure he wants us to go to the couches just so's he can watch."

The bouncer reached out to throttle Sirius, but Sirius easily sidestepped him. James quickly followed, marveling both at Sirius' dexterity when drunk and his ability to navigate away from the bouncer in stilettos. Apparently Sirius had had a fair amount of practice.

They soon found themselves away from the club and in the cool night air. The beat still seemed to pound in James' head, but now away from the heady scent of sex and sweat, James found he could think more clearly. Which is why he pushed Sirius away when the man tried to back him into the wall of the alley.

"Oh no you don't," Sirius said roughly, pinning James' wrists to the rough brick above his head. "I sucked you off in the club. You're not backing out now." Sirius worked a leg between James' thighs, effectively rendering James motionless. "Now it's my turn."

"You're drunk," James replied, struggling to get away from Sirius. "Let's... discuss this when we're both in the right state of mind."

"I wait and I won't do this," Sirius said, easily transferring James' hands to be held in only one of his own, leaving the other free to roam. "I've wanted to fuck you for years, James. Don't deny me this."

"And I'm going to be married in a week," James protested, attempting to bat Sirius' hands away from his trousers.

Unsuccessful, James could do nothing but watch as Sirius peeled the jeans down just far enough to expose his cock and arse. His cock betrayed him and his protestations, already standing at arousal at the idea of being fucked by another man. James could protest all he liked, but his body was weak and wanted this, no matter what his mind said.

"So here's your last chance at experimentation."

James quickly found himself facing the wall, only able to turn his head to watch Sirius' progression. Once more James watched Sirius drop to his knees, pushing whatever was on the ground out of his way. Sirius grasped James' arse cheeks, spreading them apart. James tried to grip the brick and only managed to scrape his hands on the rough surface. About to question Sirius, the words faded as Sirius' tongue brushed against his entrance. He tensed and it only earned him a slap from Sirius.

"Relax, this'll be easier that way."

Closing his eyes, James attempted to relax though it was damn near impossible to do so. Sirius' tongue brushed across his hole, flicking just inside repeatedly. If he wanted to protest, James no longer possessed the power of speech to do so. He whimpered, his forehead falling forward to rest against the bricks as Sirius fucked him with his tongue. To his great surprise, James found himself disappointed when Sirius pulled away.

From behind, James could hear clothing rustling, assuming that Sirius had hiked up his skirt and lowered the stockings. So this was why Sirius had dressed such this evening. Stag and Drag my ass.

Once more, James tensed, feeling the head of Sirius' cock rubbing against the cleft of his arse. Sirius did nothing more but tease, guiding his cock to only slide against his arse but moving no closer to penetrate. A spell was muttered and James felt the strangest feeling of relaxation coupled with a slick sensation radiating from inside. He turned, eyes opening to look at Sirius.

"You've never been fucked before. I have no lube and you were never going to relax enough," Sirius said by way of explanation. He reached around James' body, cupping his balls once more. "Tell me what you want, James. Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock inside you, splitting you wide open?"

"Yes," James hissed in spite of himself.

"What was that?" Sirius asked, tugging on James' earlobe with his teeth. "I didn't quite hear you. Do you want me to make you scream, right here in this dirty alley?"

"Yes," James whimpered, pushing his hips back to try to take Sirius' cock into his arse.

"Say it, James. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me," James ground out, turning his head to steal a kiss from Sirius. "I want you inside me. Want to feel you."

Without waiting for another word, Sirius aligned himself and pushed inside James. James cried out loudly, the penetration nearly too much for him. It was too uncomfortable, too foreign, too strange. He felt as if he were being ripped open and could never be put back together. The pain quickly changed though as Sirius rested there for a moment, fully sheathed inside him.

It rapidly became pleasure.

"I thought you were going to fuck me," James said, reaching around to grasp Sirius' hips.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk," Sirius replied.

It was then that Sirius began to move. His hips drew back, only to slam forward causing sparks to explode in front of James' eyes. The speed of his thrust varied, sometimes it was only shallow movements, keeping only the head of his cock inside James' body. Other times they were deeper, so hard and fast that James could hear the sound of Sirius' bollocks slapping against his arse. Sirius changed the angle of his thrusts slightly, keeping them as deep as possible. Then he hit it. Mercilessly, Sirius' cock hit his prostate and James could no longer stand. He relied on both Sirius and the wall to keep them both standing upright. He was impossibly hard and just as he was about to stroke himself, Sirius pushed his hand away.

From behind, James could hear a possessive growl in Sirius' voice and he nearly thought he heard the word 'mine' spill from Sirius' lips. The movement of Sirius' hand on his cock was more deliberate than it had been in the club. There, it had been a quick handjob, designed to get James off. This seemed different. Sirius' hand twisted on the downward strokes, somehow finding a counterpoint between that and his thrusts. James felt like a piece of crystal resonating in the darkness.

Crystal that was so close to shattering.

James' cries filled the night sky as he came. He spilled onto the wall and onto Sirius' hand, his entire body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. From behind, he heard a strangled shout as Sirius' climax came as well. He could feel something hot filling him, logically knowing that Sirius would spill inside him, but having no idea what the sensation would be like. Sirius' body fell forward as if he no longer had the ability to stand either.

"I think you succeeded," James finally said a few moments later when he felt he could breathe once more. He blew sweaty strands of fringe from his face, turning to look at Sirius. "I don't think I'm going to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Shame," Sirius mumbled, withdrawing and muttering a few necessary cleaning charms.

"Shame?" James asked, lifting an eyebrow as he did up his trousers.

"Yes, a shame. There was supposed to be an 'after' party."

A slight smile passed over James' face, moving to wrap an arm around Sirius' neck. He rubbed his hips against Sirius', one hand dropping to slip under Sirius' skirt and knead his arse.

"You're a fast learner."

"I like this idea of experimentation," James replied, running his tongue along his lower lip. "And what did you have in mind for this after party?"

From mid-air, Sirius seemed to conjure their old Gryffindor ties. "I was thinking you could tie me up for the rest of the night."