Special Delivery For: twilightsorcery Title: Wicked Game Author:digital_devi Recipient's IJ/LJ name:twilightsorcery Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Sirius Black/Nymphadora Tonks, vaguely Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Word Count: ~5450 Warnings (if any): Infidelity, Blackcest (see pairing) Summary: Sirius Black only intended to goad Remus Lupin into action when it came to winning the affections of a certain pink-haired girl. Somehow, however, things had not gone according to plan. Author's notes: twilightsorcery, I loved all your prompts and your requested pairings, but this one seemed to work the best. I tried to work in as many of your wants in here, including adultery/cheating. I know it's not quite full-blown adultery, but hopefully the emotional infidelity and "poaching" will serve. I really hope you like this.
Thank you to betas E, S,& M, and R. & L. for moral support and suggestions of a Sirius nature.
It really wasn't his fault, Sirius Black contended, as he lay in the rapidly darkening gloom of his old bedroom in Number 12 Grimmauld Place, holding his now naked, but slumbering cousin close in his arms. He had only intended to goad Remus into going out with the girl, to get him off his arse and do something about his interest in her rather than forcing Sirius to listen to Remus whinge day and night about being unloved and unlovable. Somehow, however, things had not gone according to plan.
Tonks sighed and nestled closer to him, her small, pale fingers tangling in his hair, her soft lips pressed against the crook of his neck, moist and warm. Sirius stroked her bare shoulder gently, inhaling deeply to take in her scent. He knew he ought to feel guilty about his current situation, but there was something unbelievably comforting holding a warm, soft woman who smelled like cherries and roses and some exotic spice. Especially after all those years in Azkaban when he'd been certain he'd never be close to anyone living and breathing again. He'd almost forgotten how it had felt.
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Remus and Sirius sat in the library at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, a seeming picture of domestic gentility. Sirius reckoned all he needed was a silk smoking jacket and a pipe to complete the scene. Remus was poring over books from Sirius's father's collection voraciously, like a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. Sirius had just wanted to chuck the lot of them into the fireplace and set them a-light, but Remus had rightly pointed out that there might be some useful magic in them, things the Order could use against Voldemort and his minions. So he was busy searching for just that while Sirius leafed through an ancient novel, bored beyond all reason.
"This is something Tonks might want," Remus said finally, putting a small, worn, leather bound volume on a pile beside him. "There are some useful defensive spells to be had."
"You ought to give it to her then," Sirius replied dryly. "I bet she'd gladly show her appreciation for the gift." He waggled his eyebrows at Remus, who scowled in return. "Oh, lighten up, Moony. You really oughtn't be frightened of my cousin. She's just a girl."
"I'm not frightened of her, Padfoot," Remus snapped. "I just—"
"Then why don't you ask her to go out with you, mate? She's obviously gagging for it." No one in their right mind could miss the way Tonks flirted with Remus when she was around him, or the wistful way she gazed at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Well, no one except Remus J. Lupin apparently.
"She is not," Remus retorted, picking up another dusty tome and making a desperate attempt to look thoroughly engrossed in the new subject matter. "I don't know why you're involving yourself in my non-existent love life anyway."
"Because," said Sirius, "you're a thirty-five year old man who needs to get out more. And don't you start about your furry little problem because not all women are put off by that. I know my cousin isn't."
Remus raised his head from the yellowing pages of the book and stared at him. "Nymphadora doesn't fancy me. She may like me as a friend, but..."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Moony. You sound like a pathetic fifth year girl. You know that, don't you?" Sirius scoffed, his mouth twisting into a grimace. "'Ooooh, Sirius, do you think she likes me? You know, not just likes me, but likes me likes me?' Grow a pair of bollocks, man. Just go after her!"
"Easy for you to say, Padfoot," Remus muttered. "You've just got to look at someone and they're peeling off their knickers for you."
"That's because, my dear Moony, I've got confidence."
"More like bollocks of brass," was Remus's terse reply, his jaw clenched as he spoke.
"Well, then, that's all you need too. I'm telling you, Nymphadora wants you. Give her a bit of encouragement and she'll be eating out of your hand." Sirius couldn't help but smirk. "And other body parts as well."
If looks could kill, Sirius was certain he'd have been nothing more than a smoking pile of ash left on the chair.
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It had started off innocently enough; a few compliments mixed with harmless flirtations, the kind of thing that came naturally to Sirius when he was around a person he found attractive. And his young cousin most certainly fit in that category. Granted, she wasn't a classic beauty in the way most of the Noble House of Black were — certainly not as striking as her mother, or even Bellatrix had been in her youth (as much as Sirius loathed the traitorous bitch, he had to admit she had been drop dead gorgeous once upon a time).
Still, Tonks possessed a certain charm; dark twinkling eyes, a mischievous grin, and a dimple which just wouldn't quit, along with a fetching figure that filled out her tops and jeans quite nicely. Nymphadora was what Sirius would have deemed as undeniably cute back in his younger days, hardly someone he'd have kicked out of his very crowded bed in the past. It was fun to flirt with her, making her pale cheeks flush the same shade as her very pink hair, and her eyes grow wide in surprise as she laughed. He enjoyed making her flustered when he gave her a pointed compliment or a conspiratorial wink; it usually culminated in some endearingly clumsy behaviour on the girl's part. Luckily, Sirius wasn't remotely attached to anything Tonks managed to break. In fact, he was rather pleased with the destruction of his family's property, most of which he deemed rubbish anyway.
If Remus was aware of the effect Sirius was having on Tonks, he certainly said — and did —-nothing, much to Sirius's consternation. If anything, his attention to Tonks appeared to be causing the opposite behaviour to what Sirius had hoped for. Remus seemed even more withdrawn and oblivious than ever.
Perhaps, Sirius thought, he was being too subtle in his approach. Remus had always been unbelievably thick about things when it came to l'amour. Clearly his plan called for stronger measures. And so, he stepped up the flirting even more. He made certain to sit next to his cousin at meals and Order meetings, his comments now becoming more ribald than polite.
Sirius had to admit there was a certain thrill to watching his cousin blush furiously as he dropped a double entendre about how nicely her top fit, or when he 'accidentally' brushed against her when passing a bowl of peas at supper. He was happy to see that Tonks was no shrinking violet, giving as good as she got, although she seemed to take the flirting as a joke, or at least an amusing game rather than something terribly serious.
The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the girl. But it felt good to see her smiling and laughing, rather than moping constantly over the clearly clueless Remus. It simply infuriated Sirius that his friend couldn't, wouldn't act.
Of course, it hadn't hurt that Sirius had obtained additional — and vicarious — thrills from the additional flirting. The more time he spent teasing Tonks, the more thoughts of her lingered in his mind after his cousin left Number 12, Grimmauld Place and returned home. The majority of his nights were spent with his hand wrapped around his cock as he concentrated on an entire array of sexual pleasures, all starring Nymphadora Tonks.
He certainly hadn't planned on making her the star of his fantasies, but somehow she'd crept into his head and refused to leave. All of the women in his mental cast of characters began to resemble his cousin in some way, if not transforming into her outright; speaking with her voice, giving him cheeky responses and saucy winks when he least expected them to.
It was initially unnerving, especially to a man like Sirius who had always prided himself on his lack of commitment as well as the diversity of his sexual partners. He consoled himself with the fact that it was just a phase, that proximity to Tonks plus Remus's endless navel gazing on the subject of her had been the catalyst of such imaginings. Besides, it was happening in his head. It wasn't as if he was planning to act on anything, now was it?
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Several weeks passed and nothing much changed, other than the intensity and frequency of Sirius's sexual fantasies. To Sirius's dismay, Remus was still stubbornly clinging to his belief that any attempt to win over Tonks would be an exercise in futility. However, one evening, after one of Molly Weasley's excellent suppers for the Order, things altered in ways that Sirius could never have imagined.
The wine had flowed freely as the various Order members had recounted their latest assignments. They had all pontificated on their individual theories; endlessly analysing the current state of the Wizarding World, hypothesising what they believed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was up to, and guessing where the Death Eaters would strike next. Several heated debates broke out over trivial matters, Sirius somehow managing to stay out of the middle of them. However, when his cousin began to wax authoritatively on a new spell she'd seen a Death Eater use in her most recent fire-fight, he found he couldn't hold his tongue any longer.
"I've never seen anything like it," she continued with a shake of her head, the pink spikes of her hair waving wildly like some sort of mad sea anemone. "It flashed bright blue and then boom!, rocks and shrapnel flying everywhere..."
"New? That's not fucking new!" Sirius exclaimed. "It's a Displosio spell! It's as old as the hills, woman."
"It fucking well was not a Displosio," Tonks insisted, her words slurred slightly from the drink. Her eyes were brighter than normal as she wagged her finger unsteadily in his general direction. "I know a bleedin' Displosio when I see one, and that bloody well was not it. For a start, those are green and they don't make a high-pitched whistle," she imitated what Sirius assumed was the noise, "before exploding, do they?"
"Ah, the certainty of youth," scoffed Sirius, with a roll of his eyes. "Just because you've never seen one in action doesn't mean it isn't a Displosio. Take it from me, love, I've experienced a lot of things—"
"And so have I!" Tonks said hotly, her cheeks growing red. "I'm not some clueless little girl, you know. I'm a trained and certified Auror who—"
"Barely!" Sirius snorted derisively. "You were still in nappies when I was fighting Death Eaters, my darling girl. I think I know what I'm talking about."
"No, you don't." Her mouth twisted up into a scornful grimace. "Old man."
Sirius's eyebrows shot up into his hairline at the insult. "Old man! I am not old!"
Tonks smirked. "You're ancient, mate. And dead wrong. It wasn't a Displosio."
Sirius desperately wished either Kingsley or Remus were there at the table to back him up and to set the girl straight. Unfortunately, the former was off doing urgent Order business for Dumbledore, and the latter was locked somewhere in the wine cellar, liberally dosed with Wolfsbane Potion, and fighting off the effects of the night's full moon.
"Honestly!" Molly exclaimed as she extracted dirty dishes from the table. "Whether you know what the spell is or not, it sounds terribly dangerous."
"Displosios sound worse than they are," Sirius started. He looked over at Arthur Weasley, hoping to find an ally in the other wizard, but the red-headed wizard just shrugged and shook his head. "They're mostly a diversionary tactic — flashy spells that make a lot of noise and light things up, but they're not very effective when it comes to actual damage. James and I once—"
Tonks cut him off immediately. "It wasn't a bloody Displosio! Pity we haven't got a Pensieve here, or I'd prove it to you!"
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" Minerva McGonagall's stern voice rang out as she glared at them from across the table. "The two of you squabbling like a pair of street urchins is growing tiresome to say the least." She frowned, her brow furrowing with annoyance. "Mr. Black," Sirius found himself shuddering involuntarily at the use of his name in that fashion, forcing himself not to revert to anxious schoolboy status as the painful memories of a thousand detentions suddenly sprung to mind. Very few things frightened him, but an enraged McGonagall had always been one of them. "Didn't you tell Remus you'd found some useful books on Dark Magic in your father's library? Perhaps you and Miss Tonks—" Minerva jutted her chin in Tonks's direction, causing the young witch to shuffle nervously under the other woman's steely gaze — "ought to do some research, discover which spell it actually was, and end this foolish argument once and for all?"
"Brilliant idea, Minerva," Sirius responded, flashing McGonagall his most charming and contrite smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Tonks's face was flushed, almost as red as the wine she'd been guzzling earlier. "Come on, Nymphadora. Might as well get this — and your utter humiliation at being wrong — over with as soon as possible." He could hardly wait to be proven right, and to put the mouthy little minx in her place.
"More like your utter humiliation, matey," Tonks muttered as she rose out of her seat. She stumbled as her foot caught the leg of her chair, clutching the edge of the table to steady herself.
"If you're too pissed, we can always do it another time," Sirius said smugly. "I s'pose I can wait to be proven right. Again."
Shooting him a dark look, Tonks snapped, "Not on your life. Come on then, let's go and finish this once and for all."
They made their way to the first floor library, the gas lights flaring to life as they entered the room. There were piles of books strewn about everywhere. In spite of the fact that he and Remus had been combing through them for weeks now, there were still seemingly hundreds to sort through. Sirius was beginning to think the damned things multiplied in the dark when no one was looking.
"So, what're we looking for?" Tonks asked, peering around the room in the dim, flickering light. "I don't supposed there's one titled Sirius Black Is A Daft Old Geezer Who Loves To Talk Out of His Arse, is there?"
"Oi!" Sirius pursed his lips together in annoyance. "I ought to put you over my knee and give you a damned good smacking for that." His trousers suddenly felt a tad too snug as the vision of doing exactly that flooded his brain. As it happened, he'd derived great and repeated pleasure from fantasising about that particular scenario in the past week. "Didn't Andromeda teach you to respect your elders?"
"Ha! Bet you'd love that, you pervy old git." Tonks cocked her eyebrow, eyeing him in amusement. "At least you're finally admitting you're ancient."
"I am not old," he insisted. "I'm just mature. Which is more than I can say for you, young lady."
She stuck her tongue out in response.
Sirius wasn't actually certain what he was looking for. It wasn't as if he could just Summon a book entitled The Big Book of Death Eater Spells or 1001 Ways to Effectively Kill Your Enemies Stone Dead from the mountainous assortment of tomes that littered the room. If only. He was reasonably certain that there had to be something comparable amongst his father's collection, but finding it was another story entirely. Still, he was determined to be proven right, even if it took all night.
Crouching down, he began to sort through the first stack of books in front of him. He could have sworn that Lupin had organised them in some logical fashion, but the subjects seemed to be in no discernible pattern: a treatise on arithmancy, field guides to magical birds and other winged creatures of England and Western Europe, several outdated ephemeredes, a handful of well-worn romance novels with lurid covers, and a dog-eared biography of Xavier Rastrick.
There was a loud crash as Tonks knocked over a large number of books, dust flying everywhere. She coughed, then glanced over at him sheepishly before beginning to sift through them. Sirius picked another pile; this time it was defensive magic for beginners, two travel guides to France, a guide to Chess autographed by Montague Knightley, the life and times of Merwyn the Malicious, and even more romance novels. Either those belonged to his mother or his father had had stranger tastes in fiction than Sirius had ever imagined.
He'd gotten through two more stacks of similar titles before there was a triumphant "Ah ha!" from Tonks.
"Found it! I knew I was right!" she exclaimed, brandishing a yellowed, decaying book over her head in victory. Bits of paper crumbled from the edges, coating her hair like snow. "Pyrobolus — a most efficacious spell to disperse your enemies in a rapid fashion. Not to be confused with Explosive Runes, this spell manifests in a burst of blue light accompanied by a loud whistling most painful to the ears..." Tonks read, squinting at the faded page.
"You're just making that bit up!" Sirius stalked towards her, glaring at the book as if it had betrayed him on purpose.
"Am not!" Tonks insisted. "You just don't want to admit you're dead wrong about something!"
"Brat," Sirius scoffed, then extended his hand. "Give us a shufti."
"Here." She took a step forward, the book still held aloft. "Then you can take the bloody thing and shove it up your—" Tonks never got the chance to tell him exactly where she wanted him to put the book; at that moment, she tripped over a mound of books propped up against a footstool. They went flying in every direction as she plummeted forward.
Without thinking, Sirius leaped to her side, grunting as he caught the girl in his arms before she landed face first on the carpet. His heels dug into the floor to keep himself standing as she slammed into him, the force of her fall rocking him backward. One hand shot out to brace himself against a bookcase, the other going around her waist.
Tonks was breathing hard, her breath warm and moist against his neck. She was shorter than he was, the top of her head just clearing his chin, and he was suddenly, keenly aware of just how well her slim but solid body fit against his own. He could feel her trembling in his embrace and he knew he should let her go and snatch the damned book out of her hands, but proving himself to be right had unexpectedly stopped being of any importance.
Sirius buried his nose in her hair and inhaled deeply; she smelled sweet and spicy today, inexplicably like black currant sweets dusted with cinnamon. Then her lips were brushing along the crook of his neck, soft and warm, her arm snaking around his waist as she pressed herself closer against him. "Fuck. Tonks, what are you—?" he rasped as his body started to respond to her ministrations.
"Shhh." She tipped her head up, looking at him with wide, dark eyes, then slid one hand behind the back of his neck, drawing him down to her level. Her mouth found his and she began to kiss him.
It had been a very long time since Sirius had kissed anyone; relief flooded through him as he realised he had not forgotten how to do it. He responded in kind, his kisses growing urgent as she slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt, her small fingers skimming along his bare skin, over his stomach, up his ribcage and along his back. His skin burned at her touch.
She moaned against his lips, her thighs tightening around his leg as she moulded herself against him. The effect was both immediate and visceral, arousal shooting straight up from his groin along his spine. Stumbling backwards, Sirius dragged her towards the wall, tearing at her clothing, trying to touch every inch of her he could reach. He broke away just long enough to allow himself to yank her shirt over her head and fling it away; somewhere a lamp went crashing to the floor, knocked off the desk by the t-shirt.
Desperately, he toed off his shoes, kicking them aside as he clawed at her jeans and forced them open. Tonks ripped open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere, and covered his bare chest with kisses, biting at his already hardened nipples as she allowed him to pull her flared jeans down. She attempted to wriggle out of them, tripping on the legs as she did. She'd have toppled over if Sirius hadn't been hanging on to her tightly.
Now clad only in a hot pink on black polka dotted bra and panties set and magenta combat boots with frayed laces, she stood before him, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed.
"Fuck me," Sirius breathed, the corner of his mouth twisting into an appreciative smirk.
"Actually," Tonks giggled, "I was hoping for that very thing."
He barked out a rough laugh and then jerked her towards himself again. He wondered if the rest of the Order had gone home yet; he thought he heard voices downstairs, and somehow the idea of Molly or Arthur or one of the others still milling about only added to his arousal. A feral growl escaped his lips as he slammed her against the door frame, her knickers shredding as he pulled at them.
Tonks was already unbuttoning his trousers, then made short work of removing them, shoving them down around his knees. Her fingers worked their way into his pants, grabbing the shaft of his rock-hard cock in a stranglehold. She began to stroke him with her free hand, causing him to groan and pump desperately into her warm, soft palm.
He reached out to touch her, sliding his fingers between her pale thighs. She was already unbelievably wet, her skin slick as she parted her legs and whimpered in need. As his fingertips came in contact with the taut nub of her clit, Tonks moaned again, grinding shamelessly against the pad of his hand.
She tugged at his cock, urging him forward. Taking the hint, Sirius pressed himself flush against her, allowing her to wrap one slim leg around his waist, and guided himself in. He hissed in approval as he pushed in deeper, pinning her hard against the door frame. He'd forgotten just how good it felt to be sheathed inside a woman like this, engulfed by her tight, wet heat.
Mewling, Tonks pulled his head down to hers, kissing him deeply, swallowing his moans as he began to move. This was not the time for finesse or subtlety; his movements were fuelled by need and by want and by desperation. He reached for her breast, kneading at the soft mound through the rough fabric as he continued to thrust urgently. He could feel her tightening around him, her sharp nails cutting into his shoulders as they moved together as one.
Sirius's breath was coming out in harsh, ragged bursts as he clutched at his cousin, beginning to thrust faster, all but pounding her into the door frame over and over again. In his recent fantasies, he'd been able to last for hours, his prowess knowing no bounds. But, in reality, it had been an awfully long time since he'd had a shag, and he was short on self-control.
With a strangled cry, he came, vision exploding into a sea of stars as his fingers dug into her skin, his face buried in the crook of her now-damp neck. It seemed like an eternity before he came back to himself.
Tonks was brushing his hair off his face, murmuring words of endearment to him, her breath hot against his ear. Sirius nuzzled at her neck, teeth grazing her skin, working his way up to the line of her jaw, then over her chin until his mouth found hers again. As he kissed her, he slid his hand between their bodies, caressing the flat expanse of her stomach and her mons. Moving slightly, he let his palm rest against her pelvis, the tip of his index finger seeking out the hard bud of her clit.
He felt her rubbing against him as she let out a sharp gasp at the contact. Sirius let out a throaty chuckle; this was always his favourite part of the game. Now that his own urgent need was sated, he could focus completely on her. He kissed her slowly, savouring the taste of her lips, the sensation of her tongue swirling against his own, his fingers working her with intense precision.
He moved in slow gentle arcs around her clit, the pressure and speed increasing as he went on. Tonks, still trapped against the door by his weight, bucked against him. Her hips undulated in time with his touch as she sighed and whimpered, her mouth clamped tightly against his.
She seemed to be close, her moans growing louder, her breathing harder, her body tensing. With a few expert flicks of his finger, he brought her off, holding her close as she trembled and shuddered in his arms. Finally, Tonks relaxed, panting as she nestled against him.
Sirius pressed his lips against her forehead, smoothing down her unruly hair as he cradled her in his arms. He drew in a deep breath, uncertain of what to say.
"Sirius? Sirius-dear? Is everything all right up there?" The unmistakable voice of Molly Weasley tore him out of his reverie. He and Tonks exchanged guilty looks, and she broke away from him, diving for her errant clothing as they heard heavy footsteps upon the stairs.
"Everything's right as rain, Molly!" he bellowed, his voice still rough from exertion.
"Nymphadora hasn't hurt herself, has she?" He could hear Molly coming closer — silently, he indicated Tonks go behind the sofa as she struggled into her clothing. Hastily, he yanked up his own trousers, zipping up them as quickly as he could without inflicting damage upon his extremely sensitive bits, struggling to put his shirt to rights before Molly could catch sight of him.
"No, no, of course not!" Sirius replied, glancing over his shoulder to see if his cousin was dressed yet. She was wrestling with her jeans, but at least she'd repaired her knickers.
"What was all that noise?" Molly demanded to know, popping her head into the room. Sirius immediately blocked her from entering, praying Tonks would be dressed soon.
"Ah, you know Dora — she tripped over a pile of books and upset the lamp," he said with a knowing smirk. "We're still trying to find out which one of us was right — I'm still betting on me and I reckon neither of us is leaving until we've found an answer." He hoped Molly didn't notice his dishevelled state; she gave no indication that she had.
Molly pursed her lips together and let out a snort. "You Blacks always were a stubborn lot. You certain you're all right, Nymphadora?"
Tonks's pink and spiky head popped up from behind the sofa. To Sirius's relief, her shirt was on, although he could see she was wearing it backwards. He could only hope Molly missed that little detail. "Of course, Molly. If there was a problem, I'd like to think this daft git would have the sense to call someone. Just trying to prove I'm right." She held up a book and waved it in the air. "Even if it takes all bloody night."
"Hmph." Molly glared at Sirius, as if Tonks's determination was his fault. Still, she seemed mollified that no one was hurt, as if she'd expected to find Tonks's dead body lying in the middle of the library rug instead. "Arthur and I will be going then. We'll see you tomorrow?"
"Of course — I suppose you can see yourself out?" If he was lucky, Molly would just write that off as his usual rudeness, rather than realising anything was amiss.
Her only response was a frown and a slight, curt nod of her head. Sirius waited until he heard the front door slam shut, Molly grumbling about something under her breath to her poor beleaguered husband, before he began to laugh. To his relief, Tonks joined him, collapsing in a fit of giggles.
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From that point on, he and his cousin were partners in crime, or more precisely, coitus. They never actually discussed what transpired that evening — it just seemed to continue along the same course: overt flirting and larking about in public, increasingly torrid sex in private. There were times when Sirius believed Tonks might be even more insatiable than himself – if that was actually possible. They snuck around the house, seizing any opportunity they could to mess about, no matter when or where, no matter who was milling about the house. Sirius had always thrived on such subterfuge and hi-jinks, the fact that his cousin also did just added to the excitement as did the constant possibility of being discovered by another Order member at any time. Somehow, their luck held out.
Remus seemed as clueless as ever, although he did take Sirius aside one evening, looking distressed. When pressed to explain the reason for his discontent, Remus just sighed and admitted he suspected that Tonks had a new bloke in her life. Remus's only evidence was her recent change in demeanour — she seemed happier and more playful as of late, and she seemed to be avoiding his company.
Although part of Sirius wanted to rub his friend's face in what seemed unbelievably obvious to him, there was no way he could or would do that to the poor man. The last thing Remus J. Lupin needed was betrayal. Sirius rarely felt guilty about anything he'd done in his life, but the current situation was the exception. Still, he didn't know what to do, so he just patted his friend on the back and reassured him that could hardly be the case. As much as the guilt was gnawing at him, he could not bring himself to admit he was having an affair with Tonks. He didn't want to deal with the repercussions just yet and he certainly wasn't going to end it just to suit Lupin. He was having much too much fun.
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"We have to tell him," Tonks had insisted as Sirius dragged her into his bedroom. A month had passed and once again, Remus was locked in the cellar to wait out the agonies of the full moon. For the first time since their affair had started, Sirius had full run of the house and complete privacy to ravish his cousin as he pleased. "He's a dear man and I don't want to hurt him like this. It's not fair, is it?"
"All's fair in love and war," he'd muttered as he pushed her back on the bed, then began to undress her slowly. "And last time I checked, there was a war on…"
Tonight had been the first night they'd actually made love in a proper bed, taking the time to explore one another without fear of interruption, without fear of discovery. It had been the most intense experience Sirius had had with her, and the realization dawned on him that he was not about to give this relationship up so easily.
As he lay there, naked and spent, he considered all the options. He knew they couldn't keep their relationship from Remus too much longer. He was surprised Remus hadn't smelled Tonks's scent on him yet — or perhaps he had, but was avoiding confrontation just like Moony always did. Perhaps Remus was as afraid of losing a friend as he himself was now.
Tonks wrapped herself tighter around him, sighing with contentment, her fingers gently playing with his hair. No, he was definitely not about to let go of her without a fight. It was just a matter of finding out how to do it – preferably as painlessly as possible for all involved. Sirius buried his face in her hair, breathing in deeply. It wasn't his fault, he contended. It just had happened. He had only one life to live, and he was going to make the most of it. He'd worry about the fallout tomorrow.