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]

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.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren hasn't been undressed by anyone in the history of his whole life. It's a strange experience, one that he's not entirely against, and he breathes in sharply as he tips his head back, finding that he's crying and he's not even sure that he can stop it, only it's so, so very much. He runs grateful, shaking fingers through Sirius' hair, trying to keep hold of him, even if he knows this can only be temporary.

"Just kiss me," he tells Sirius. "Keep on kissing me."

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren's head tips back and it's only then that Sirius notices the wet on his face. He stills immediately, breath catches as though doused by a bucket of cold water as he slips his hands out from beneath Kieren's shirt.

Part of him wants to object to Kieren's plea, to grab for his wand and put an end to this, but despite the coiling ball of worry in his gut, he finds he can't. Not until Kieren gives the word.

Instead, he reaches to cup Kieren's face with one hand, thumb brushing over the wet there, slightly amazed he even can cry, before his lips are pressed to Kieren's once more. It's deeper than before, as nervous as it is needy, and Sirius slides his hand higher up Kieren's side, over his shirt this time, but still firm. He finds himself shaking a bit as he licks into Kieren's mouth, careful to keep his fingertips away from the back of Kieren's neck.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren lets out a happy little bubble of a laugh at the tenderness being shown to him and how he can feel more than just the pressure of a thumb on his cheek. He lets out a shaky little exhalation of joy, wrapping his arm around Sirius' waist to tug him flush against him for a kiss that he can feel. "I've never..." he eases back, just to be able to speak clearly. "I've never kissed anyone before, not when I was alive. Not really."

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius finds himself tugged closer, a knee firmly on either side of Kieren's waist as they're pressed chest to chest, the kiss deepening by the second, Sirius spurred on by Kieren's quiet, needy sounds.

His own trousers are starting to feel too tight and Sirius shifts a little before Kieren pulls back to speak. "Well, I do hope this isn't a great disappointment then," Sirius says with a grin, fairly confident that Kieren's mostly enjoying himself. As if to make sure, Sirius presses in again for another kiss, licking past the seam of Kieren's lips and breathing into him. "It's not too much, then?" he asks between one kiss and the next, his hands on Kieren's shoulders now. "It's still good?"

[roartonrisen]

Everything is building up, like a volcano that's been waiting to burst. Kieren opens his mouth to insist that everything is fine, but that's when he feels it. It's no more than three heavy thumping noises, but it's against his chest. Alarmed, he sits back and notes that whatever it is has caused black sludge to start coming from his nose in a slow, stilted nosebleed. "I-I don't know," he says, suddenly a touch panicked.

Is this a bad sign? Is he going rabid?

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren jerks, back slamming against the couch and he stares up at Sirius.

It's sudden enough that Sirius startles, his hands gripping Kieren's shoulders tight only briefly before he loosens his hold, worry spiking through him once more. They're still close, still sharing breath, Sirius taking in every line of Kieren's panicked expression.

And it's then he notices the stream of blackness falling from Kieren's nose.

"Kieren," he says, easing back to reach for his wand as something heavy falls in his gut.

[roartonrisen]

That feeling is still there, a sluggish thumping against his chest that only seems to make the blood worse. He feels dizzy in the head, like he might faint, and he's not entirely sure what's happening, only that he's gone from feeling marvelous to feeling like something bad must be happening.

He hasn't even got Dr. Russo to help him out. "Can we stop?" he asks, a touch frantic and worried, fear in his eyes.

[thebloodtraitor]

Sirius has his wand a second later, murmuring the incantation to end the spell and giving a quick flick of his wrist. He's still straddling Kieren's laps, still has his other hand resting lightly on his shoulder though Kieren shouldn't feel anything but the pressure of it any longer.

"Your nose," he says quietly, nodding in a vague gesture at Kieren's face as he drops his hand away from Kieren's shoulder. "Is that blood?"

It's not like any blood Sirius has seen from a person before, but Kieren is a special case. Kieren is special, full stop.

[roartonrisen]

The blood from his nose seems to be slowing, enough that Kieren can tentatively nod. All of a sudden, he feels very, very young and he doesn't know how to make that better. "All of a sudden, it just came out," he says, a note of fear in his voice. What if the medication isn't working anymore? What if this is just one of the signs before he starts to become that monster he'd been when he surfaced from the ground.

[thebloodtraitor]

Kieren is shaken, that much is obvious. And, if he's honest, Sirius is as well.

Though, strangely, he's more curious than unsettled. Wand still held in one hand, Sirius slowly lifts the other, reaching for Kieren's face. "Can I?" he asks, stopping only centimeters away.

[roartonrisen]

Kieren's nod is a trembling thing, feeling scared and worried and missing all the people that could tell him what it means, but at least he still has Sirius. Right now, the only thing he wants, actively wants, is to just be close to him and to just be firmly held. "I don't know what that was," he confesses.

"I've never felt that before. Not like this."

[thebloodtraitor]

Very lightly, Sirius grazes his fingers across Kieren's cheek, thumb brushing the curve of his jaw as he leans in close. "I can spell it away," he says because he isn't sure if Kieren keeps tissues around seeing as he'd have no need for them. And given the turn this little experiment has taken, he's not about to cast another enchantment without Kieren's approval.

"Was it a bad feeling?" Sirius asks, his curiosity slowly melting into concern.

[roartonrisen]

Sirius is so close and Kieren's desperately attaching himself to him, not letting go and maybe holding a little tighter than he normally would, all because he's a touch frightened about what's happening. "I don't know if this means that my drugs aren't working as well anymore," is what he says.

"Maybe just tissues? If you can make those appear?" he asks, a touch wary.

[thebloodtraitor]

With a quick nod, Sirius flicks his wand and a single white tissue sprouts from the tip. He pulls it free with the other hand, his eyes still on Kieren's as he uses it to dab at the dark liquid trickling from Kieren's nose.

"Are you feeling at all blood thirsty?" Sirius asks, the question meant as a tease though his lips are still curved in a faint frown. It's obvious Kieren's genuinely frightened and Sirius can't deny the coil of guilt in his belly as he asks, "Do you think the spell could have counteracted the drugs somehow? Should you see someone?"

[roartonrisen]

Kieren shakes his head, a tentative 'no', but mainly he's trying to catalogue what he does feel. "I don't know who I could go see. Newt's trying to help me find more of the drug, only he hasn't got anything for me yet."

"Can we just sort of stay here?" he asks quietly. "And don't move?"

[thebloodtraitor]

Once the spot beneath Kieren's nose is clean, Sirius crumples the tissue in his fist and spells it away, then hesitates only briefly before setting his wand aside as well.

His knees are starting to ache, but he's reluctant to move upon Kieren's request, only nodding again as he lightly cups Kieren's face with two hands, brushing thumbs along the bolt of his jaw. "You'll let me know if anything begins to feel strange," he says, leaning in to rest his forehead to Kieren's.

[roartonrisen]

He nods, still a touch wary, but willing to try and get past his fears. "It was really nice," he murmurs, right against Sirius' skin once he settles. "Being able to feel like that, having senses again, it was incredible. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of kissing you."

[thebloodtraitor]

"I wish it didn't have to be only a memory," Sirius replies, selfishly brushing his lips to Kieren's before pulling back once more, but only enough to meet his eyes.

He considers for a moment, taking in Kieren's unsettled features, the furrow of his brow and curve of his lips before adding, "There are a number of other wizards here, I've found. Different sorts of magic. I can see if there's something else we might try. If you give your blessing, of course."