The Irresistible Poison

I Am The Pudding

'Stared with that dark kind of fire. The dark kind of fire he'd tried to avoid.' Sirius Black wants Harry. And Sirius Black gets what he wants. Twoshot. SBHP. Mentions RLHG. Not compatible OotP onwards.

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Harry tried desperately to focus on his food. It wasn't working. He could feel those eyes burning into him. Those gorgeous dark grey eyes. Those eyes that shouldn't be looking at him like that. Those eyes that were forbidden to look at him like that. Those eyes that captured his attention, and held his gaze until he was sure the rest of the world would notice. But they never did. No matter how obvious it seemed to Harry, no matter how obvious the looks Sirius sent him were, the rest of the world was oblivious. Just like the table of Weasleys and close friends at the Burrow were oblivious to the way Harry shifted in his seat, and the way Sirius stared. Stared with that dark kind of fire. The dark kind of fire that he'd tried to avoid. He avoided being alone with him when ever he could, because he knew one day his godfather wouldn't just look. And he didn't know if he had the will power to tell him to stop when that happened.

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Pudding was Harry's favourite. Especially Mrs. Weasley's pudding. But tonight he couldn't seem to enjoy it. It could be that he was full to the brim with all of Mrs. Weasley's other delicious dishes. Or it could be that he was feeling a bit off colour. Or maybe, it was the six foot sex god that was staring at him like he was the pudding. And was intending to devour him and lick up all the crumbs. Which, unknown to the Saviour of the Wizarding World, he was. Sirius Black knew he was putting Harry off of eating. He knew that most of the time, he made Harry lose concentration. But he couldn't help it. He thought Harry was the most gorgeous man on Earth (excluding himself of course), and he liked gorgeous things. Sirius wanted what he liked. And what Sirius wanted, he usually got.

"I'm just going to go the the loo," said Harry to Ron, and pushed his chair back from the table. He jogged up the crooked stairs two at a time, towards the only bathroom in the house.

Sirius looked over at Remus, a smirk growing across his face. Remus just rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend was planning something big. In his noodle soup, the words 'I need your help' appeared.

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Remus looked across the table at Sirius with a mixture of shock and horror.

"No," he said out loud, causing some of the table to look at him. "No, no, no and no. You are not going to use emotional blackmail to coerce me into another stupid scheme. Particularly not this one. No. I'm not doing it." The whole room now had their attention focused on Remus.

"Awww come on Moony!" he whined in a childish voice. "It'll be fun. I deserve a chance at happiness! And if I'm wrong, then you can say I told you so. You know how much you like doing that," Sirius said, trying, and failing, to be persuasive.

"Not if my life depended on it. If it is so important, do it yourself!" Remus said angrily, running his hands through his hair in frustration. The table was now turning from one man to the other, as if they were watching a tennis match.

"Moony," Sirius said in a small voice. "You're my best friend. I can't do this without you."

"Ugh! Again with the emotional blackmail!" Remus cried.

"Please?" Sirius used puppy dog eyes this time. They never failed.

"Fine," he snapped. "I'll do it. But this is the last time. Ever. Next time? Make a new best friend." He turned to the rest of the table, pulling out his wand, who stared in a mixture of surprise and confusion. "I'm sorry," he said.

And something went bang.

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"So are we playing Quidd..." Harry trailed off as he jumped off the stairs. "Hello? Where is everybody?" he asked suspiciously. He drew his wand, his cautiousness a habit from the war. The table was empty. No people. No dishes. No reminder that anyone had even been there. Except...

"Sirius?" asked Harry slowly, as the dark haired man stepped forward out of the shadows. And Harry stepped back. "Where is everyone? What's going on?" he said, even more suspicious. Sirius took another step forward, and he took another step back.

"They took the party over to Remus's house. I stayed behind to let you know," Sirius replied, a seductive smile on his face.

"Uh huh," Harry said as he took yet another step towards the stairs, and winced as his back hit the wall. He'd misjudged where the stairs were. "M-maybe we should go over there then, if they're expecting us?" He half asked, his voice unsteady.

"Why would we do that?" he inquired, an innocent look on his face. "I'm sure we can have much more fun over here." Sirius advanced until he was inches away from him.

"I really think that we should probably head to Remus's," Harry began with a nervous laugh. He tried to wriggle away from his godfather, but he was stopped with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

"Are we going to apparate together?" he asked feebly. Sirius grinned and lifted his hand, tilting his godson's chin upwards. Harry refused to meet his eyes. Those eyes that would draw him in, and make it impossible to say no.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Look at me." Against his will, and better judgment, Harry raised his eyes to meet Sirius's. They were darker than any storm clouds he'd ever seen. A shiver ran through his body. And Sirius smirked. He closed the minuscule gap between them.

Harry pulled away seconds later. "Not-" he croaked. "Not right," he tried again. Harry felt Sirius's lips brush against his neck, and couldn't suppress a moan.

"But doesn't it feel so good?" Sirius whispered in his ear, and felt heat rush to his groin.

He couldn't deny it. He was going to fall just like he knew he would. Because Sirius Black was an irresistible poison. And as his hands began to roam under the other man's shirt, Harry realised something he'd always known, but always refused to admit. He was in love. And Merlin it did feel good.

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A contented smile spread across Sirius Black's face as his lover played with his hair, gently running his fingers through it. Harry was half asleep in the huge double bed, his arms wrapped around the other man's waist protectively. The black silk sheets were twisted somewhere around his waist, just hiding one of his most prized possessions. Sirius hadn't been this happy in a long time. Now he had friends, though they were more like family, and who loved him dearly. He didn't have the threat of war or imprisonment hanging over his head, and he was free to do what he liked once again. And he was deeply and desperately in love with the most perfect man alive, who also happened to be incredibly sexy. And that aforementioned man loved him back. Yes. Sirius Black had got what he'd always wanted. Then again, he usually did.

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Lady Sarai