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softlyforgotten wrote in 30_hath
Title: Untitled
Author: softlyforgotten
House: Slytherin
Date/Challenge: 29 – Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Character/Pairing: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Lestrange
Rating: M (for language)
Word Count: 470
Genre/Warnings (if applicable): Blackcest, course language.

Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
 
She loomed in the dark and shoved him with fierce hands against the wall. “You fool,” she spat, and kissed him swiftly, lips ripping hard against his forehead, not daring to linger anywhere more forbidden. “You fool, Sirius, you damned idiot.”
 
He shuddered and closed her eyes as she kissed swift kiss after swift kiss, her lips leaving burning patches of fire against his skin. His eyelids, the tip of his nose, cheeks – not daring go near his lips, afraid, afraid, small and young and terrified.
 
“Sirius, don’t do this, why are you doing this, don’t you know you’ll die, you’ll die, Sirius don’t do this, don’t you know I love you, I love you-” her voice tumbled harsh, hasty out of her throat, unable to cease, trying to stir some emotion in the tortured youth before her in the name of stolen kisses in the corridor.
 
“Sirius, damn it, why are you so quiet, you’re never quiet, yell at me, please, please, don’t do this-” with chapped lips she pleads, with broken voice she begs for the last time in her life, and the night is heady around them. He opens his eyes and the world spins, and all he sees are her despairing features and all he feels are those hot, dry hands, pressing against him like birds in a cage, and the aftermath of those swift, burning kisses.
 
“Sirius, I don’t want you to die, don’t die, don’t die, can’t you see how this we’ll end, you’ll die and I’ll be married, married, married, and I love you, damn it, I love you-” He knows he’s hurting her. He knows that she has never had what she wants denied to her before, and he is not surprised at those desperate pleading words I love you because he has known it secretly all along.
 
“Sirius, forgive me, don’t be angry, damn it why are you so quiet, talk to me, please, please, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want you to fight for them-” Of course she doesn’t, he thinks bitterly. She, who has risen in the Dark thanks to her capacity for murder and sadism – has risen through sin – could not possibly understand how he feels. He’s a Gryffindor, damn it!
 
“Sirius, will you fucking talk to me, you bastard, talk to me!” her voice ends in a shriek and she is ripping at his mouth, plundering his virtue (how ironic: the traditional roles reversed) with ravaging tongue and desperate heart and intent. He finally shook her off, and went to walk away, but her shaking voice dragged after him.
 
“Don’t you see, Sirius? If you join them, I’ll – I’ll kill you, I swear I’ll kill you!”
 
He walks away anyway. It is a small victory.

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