some spell work

[thebloodtraitor]

It had taken Sirius the better part of two days before he'd finally found a pair of cuffs tucked into the postbox of an abandoned house. It's fuzzy and pink, as promised, and Sirius holds them like a prize as a woman eyes him suspiciously and pointedly crosses the street.

After tucking the cuffs inside his jacket, Sirius heads to Dimera. There's no guarantee Kieren will be in, but it's not as though Sirius has much else to occupy his time.

He can't quite keep the grin off his face as he taps his knuckles to Kieren's door. It's the first he's been here, though Kieren had given him the address weeks ago. There's a bit of a knot in his stomach as he waits, a mix of excitement and anticipation as well as fear. Or perhaps fear isn't the right word, but Sirius isn't certain how else to describe it.

When he hears the turn of the knob, Sirius props his arm against the door jamb and quickly pulls the cuffs from his jacket with his other hand, grinning proudly as they dangle from his finger.

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[thebloodtraitor]

If he's honest, Sirius is excepting Kieren to laugh or roll his eyes, to tell Sirius to stop acting like a prat and put his bloody shirt back on. Instead, Kieren's gaze goes a little hungry and he steps away from the kettle to wander closer.

Sirius's teasing smile slips a little as a tendril of heat slips down his spine. His eyes drop to Kieren's hand and back up again as he balls his shirt into a ball and tosses it on the table behind him. "You're not expecting me to tell you not to touch, are you?" Sirius asks, trying for another tease. "Because it's quite unlikely."

[roartonrisen]

"It'll be cold," Kieren teases, even though he's already there, his hands firmly on Sirius' waist before they slowly ascend upwards, feeling out the angles and planes before him. He licks his lips, knowing he's never done this before, but it's something so new and exciting, he only wishes he could feel it.

"I hope you didn't want that tea too much," he says, nodding to the sofa.

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's hands fall to Sirius's waist and skim up his sides, but it isn't the cold that makes Sirius shiver, his lips parting on a quiet gasp that soon melts into a laugh. His gaze lands on Kieren's lips long enough to se the flash of tongue.

"Fuck, the tea," he says with a quick laugh as he cradles Kieren's face in his hands and presses in for a kiss, shuddering another breath against cool lips as he guides Kieren back into the parlor, toward the sofa. It's an awkward walk, clumsy in its haste and Sirius laughs against Kieren's mouth, the sound swiftly melting into another soft moan as Kieren's hands smooth over his bare skin.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren's glad to hear it, wrapping his arm around Sirius' bare waist so he can walk back with him towards the sofa. He might not be able to feel any of this, but there's something in the air that he can sort of anticipate and pretend. It's like miming, really. He kisses Sirius a little harder, giving a soft sound of pleasure when he hears Sirius', like he's able to at least feed off that pleasure.

"It's very good tea," he teases, right against Sirius' lips. "You're sure you don't want any?"

[thebloodtraitor]

"Very, very sure," Sirius replies, words muffled against Kieren's lips before he drops to the sofa, pulling Kieren with him, body twisted so he can keep kissing. His fingers skim along Kieren's neck, selfishly touching though he knows Kieren can't feel it and continuing to murmur. "Absolutely positive, in fact. Never been less interested in bloody tea."

He's grinning then, his hand dropping to the front of Kieren's shirt, tugging ineffectually, tasting into Kieren's mouth, cool and wet and Merlin, he does wish Kieren could feel even a bit of this.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren lets out an 'oomph' as he goes, dragged down happily by gravity and Sirius both, grinning as he leans into the affection, cupping Sirius' face with both palms to try and frame him there and control it, just to get a little bit more. "I'm glad I rate above the tea," he mumbles with joy.

[thebloodtraitor]

"indubitably," Sirius assures him, still grinning with every kiss, one hand sliding down Kieren's side to pull his shirt up further, high enough to get his fingers on cold, bare skin. Though Sirius's experience may be greatly limited in some respects, this isn't one of them. But touching Kieren is an experience unlike any he's had before, the body doubtlessly alive beneath his fingers though there's no immediately reaction to his touch and, of course, no warmth.

Sirius's teeth tug lightly at Kieren's bottom lip before he breathes into another kiss. Whispers, "Have you thought more of that spell?" as his hand smooths inward across Kieren's stomach.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren pants a little as he cranes his head backwards and lets out a bark of a delighted laugh, feeling like this is probably the best time, if any. There's a pair of handcuffs, they're in private, and Sirius is already half naked. He eases back so he can properly look at Sirius. "I have," he admits, a little nervous, but still confident to say what he does next. "I think we should do it."

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's laugh is sudden enough that, for just a moment, Sirius feels a spike of worry that he's perhaps pushed too far. But Kieren's smile is quiet and genuine when Sirius pulls back to meet his eyes and there's a surety there when he speaks again. Perhaps a certain amount of nerves, as well, but Kieren's tone is even, even hopeful.

"Really?" Sirius replies, completely incapable of keeping the excitement from his own tone. His hand tightens on Kieren's side briefly. "You're certain? I promise it won't hurt and I'll be able to end it immediately if it makes you at all uncomfortable." It's nothing Sirius hasn't already assured him, but it feels necessary to repeat the words now when it appears it may, very soon, become more than a hypothetical.

[roartonrisen]

"I mean, all the things I wanted to be sure of are happening here," he says, staring around the room and then back at Sirius. "And it's been so long since I've felt anything, there's no harm in trying." After all, if it doesn't work, he'll just stay in the same condition as always, but if it has even the slightest chance of helping him, Kieren might get to feel again, even if only briefly.

"How does this work?"

[thebloodtraitor]

"What is it you needed to be sure of?" Sirius replies even as he gets to his feet and wanders over to where his jacket is still hooked over the back of a chair. He takes a moment to slip out of his boots and then fishes his wand out from his jacket before returning to stand before Kieren.

"It's just a spell," he says, holding his wand between two hands. "It's meant to enhance senses that already exist, but I think it may work to give you them at all. It won't effect your ability to eat or drink, I'm afraid, but if it works, you'll be able to taste a drop of tea in your mouth even if you can't swallow it."

[roartonrisen]

"I wanted a locked door and no one else around," he says, because if this does go badly, he's going to feel immensely guilty, but Sirius promises that he can turn it off as quickly as it's on and he trusts that, completely. He breathes in to try and calm his nerves, but despite not feeling anything physically, he's never been able to turn off his emotions. "So if you touch me, I'd feel it," he says, focusing on the important part.

"When we kiss, I'd feel something."

[thebloodtraitor]

"Ideally," Sirius replies, trying to stifle the way his stomach flips at so innocent a question. It is, after all, almost his entire motivation for the spell, for Kieren to feel when they touch, feel it as Sirius does.

He can't deny the bundle of nerves making itself known in his gut as he takes a seat beside Kieren once again, wand held carefully in his right hand. "It isn't exactly on a dial, I'm afraid," he admits, stretching his other arm around Kieren's shoulders. "It's either on or it's off. But, as I said, I can turn it off quick as anything. If it's too much, you only need say a word."

Taking a quick, shuddery breath, Sirius keeps his eyes on Kieren, searching. "Shall I try it, then?"

[roartonrisen]

He's terrified, but he's also so desperate to feel something again even if the possibility of it being bad is also in there. The thing is, he really can't imagine going the rest of eternity at this age, in this state, and not getting to feel. Sirius is offering him a chance to do something about it. So why not?

"I'm ready," he confirms, sitting up and balling up his fists so he can try and control his body in preparation for, well, anything.

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius hasn't once doubted Kieren's courage, but he's reminded of it once more as Kieren sits up straight and takes a breath, preparing himself for the unknown. Undead or otherwise, Kieren is a Muggle, facing and accepting magic is no small feat for him.

Which, of course, means Sirius must be careful.

So he sits up when Kieren does, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder before whispering the incantation quietly and giving a quick flick of his wand.

"Alright?" he asks a moment later, watching Kieren intently, anxious to know if it's worked.

[roartonrisen]

It's a touch strange because at first he just doesn't know what to expect. He's bracing himself for the worst, for going rabid, but then Sirius uses the wand and Kieren still feels in control of himself. More than that, he can feel more than pressure at his shoulder. There, imperceptibly, is just the slightest hint of warmth.

Hope blossoms in his chest, but he needs to know if that's just a fluke. "Kiss me," he insists, as demanding as he gets. "Kiss me and we'll find out."

[thebloodtraitor]

There's an insistence in Kieren's tone Sirius hasn't heard before, far different from only moments ago when he'd all but begged Sirius take the cuffs off his wrists. Sirius is helpless to resist and doesn't want to besides, still holding his wand at the ready, just in case, as he lifts his hand from Kieren's shoulder to cup his cheek and lean in for a kiss.

It's nothing more than any other kiss they've ever shared, a simple lip-on-lip, though Sirius can feel his heart beating rapidly, a hopeful rhythm against his ribcage.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren nearly lets out a weeping sound of relief when he hasn't gone rabid and he can feel something. It's still muted, like he's underwater or something, but it's still much more than he ever could have expected before, digging his fingers into Sirius' hair and letting out another joyful sound at how he can feel something under his fingertips.

He leans in to deepen the kiss, parting his lips, and mumbling Sirius' name in pleading gratitude, chasing after this feeling like an addict.

[thebloodtraitor]

The sound Kieren makes against Sirius's lips rockets straight through him and he lets out a heady moan of his own, shifting quickly to get better access, wand still held tight in one hand. Kieren's opening easily for him, readily, and Sirius can't hell but push further, push for more, feeding off the sounds and the fact that Kieren really can feel.

And it's his name on Kieren's lips that nearly does him in, has him grabbing for Kieren's side, reminding himself at the last moment not too touch too harshly, too tightly.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren is a little breathless even though breath isn't something he needs, but it's like his chest feels caving in, like his skin is prickling with heat, it's like so much is happening at once that he can barely process and it's incredible. He drags shaky fingertips up Sirius' bare chest, laughing with joy when he can feel the texture.

"It worked," he says. "Sirius, it's working."

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius's lips are tingling when he pulls back, his gaze dropping to the curve of Kieren's mouth when he speaks, the hopeful thump of Sirius's heartbeat kicking up a notch.

With a quick, delighted laugh, Sirius leans in for another kiss, a brief crush of lips on lips before he shifts to straddle Kieren's lap on the couch, his weight rested on Kieren's thighs. "Is it alright?" he asks, still unwilling to let go of his wand just yet as he presses his other hand to Kieren's chest, the pressure firm enough for Kieren to feel through the fabric as his fingers graze the skin of just above Kieren's collar. "Not too much, is it?"

[roartonrisen]

"Yeah," he promises, feeling a little bit of a rush to his head. "I don't think I could ever let this happen permanently," he goes on, seeing as he thinks he might actually burst, "but this right here, for a little bit, this is perfect," he promises, moaning when Sirius' fingers brush his neck.

"Just avoid the hole at the back of my neck, maybe? And my scars?" he suggests. "Other than that, we should be fine."

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's words are rushed, breathless, his expression wide-eyed with awe. It's intoxicating all told, thrilling in a way Sirius could never have expected despite how often he's imagined this very moment.

Carefully, Sirius sets his wand aside, requiring use of both hands now that he can touch, now that Kieren can feel. Grinning, he leans in close again, lips brushing Kieren's as his he smooths both hands down Kieren's chest, winding around to his sides to tug at the fabric. "That leaves quite a bit," he says, ducking to breath warm against the curve of Kieren's jaw. "Have you any scars on your chest, for instance?" he asks, slipping one hand beneath the hem of Kieren's shirt. "Your stomach? Your thighs?"

[roartonrisen]

He shakes his head, gasping again when Sirius gets his fingers under the shirt. "No," he replies, as quickly as he can. "No, no, I haven't got anything there, not on my chest or stomach or thighs, except for the part when I'm really, really pasty," he points out, not sure that it'll be too much of an offense to Sirius, who's definitely seen people as pasty as him before.

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius can't help a laugh at that, muffling it slightly against Kieren's lips as he pushes Kieren's shirt higher up his sides, palms spread flat against cool, smooth skin.

"You're English, mate. It'd be weird if you weren't pasty." Granted, Kieren might be a bit more pasty than most, but Sirius is already intimately aware of Kieren's skin tone. There won't be any surprise there. He ducks again, nipping lightly at Kieren's jaw. "Tell me if it's too much, yeah?" he says, smoothing his hands higher, marveling at how cold Kieren can still be while he feels like he's already burning up.