Come With Me
by Teka Lynn

This is for Switchknife, who I hope will enjoy it.
Morgan D., this is for you too, baby, if you want it.

(Morgan's note: Yes, I want it! Mine, mine, mine! ^__^)

Sirius was so handsome.

So fucking handsome. Fuck my hand...

Sirius WAS so handsome. Hair flying. Smile. Smile at Bellatrix. Laugh at Bellatrix.

Always laughing. Fucking handsome.

Fucking DEAD handsome....

I pull harder. Silky skin pulling hard, hard, hard against my hand. If I squeeze harder, I can reach him.

Fuck me, Sirius. Fuck my hand.

His eyes shine. Not red with boozing. He's on Buckbeak, on his motorcycle, on his broom, and he's flying. I'm flying. Take me with you, Sirius! Flying through the Veil...

Shit, NO!

Stay with me, Sirius. Si-ri-us. Si-ri-us.

His name waltzes in my hand as I slide up my cock. Siiii... Pause, stroke around the head, damp, starting to trickle now. Riiiii... And down again, solid as a rock to my balls. USSSS!

Harder, Sirius. Yeah, like that. Lean over me. Your breath, hot, soured with whisky, but I don't care. Booze it up. Get me drunk. Make me forget... that.

I never kissed you. I could have. You looked at me sometimes. Godfather. God. My father. I'm NOT my father. Look at me and see ME! I'm calling you, Sirius, come to me. Hear me coming, Sirius, I'm coming with you.

I never kissed you. Never touched your prick. Never touched you. Hugged, maybe. Once or twice. We could have... we COULD have....

I'm gonna be so fucking sore tomorrow. Harder. Pull harder, take me there.

It's your hand around me, Sirius. It's your hand, every beat of your name with every stroke.

It's coming out of me, Sirius. I'm coming. Gonna hit the ceiling, gonna get everything, gonna get it in my HAIR and on my FACE and you're gonna lick it OFF me, Sirius, you're gonna get me OFF, I need it Sirius, I need it and you left me and there's me and your hand and your name.

It's gonna go right through the Veil.

Yeah, you'll feel it. You'll feel me, you'll smell me, you'll taste me, and you'll know it's ME. And I'll take you back, because you have to come with me.

And you'll be there. Your black hair all over my face, sopping up the white. Licking it off my stomach, my chest. Tasting me.

I can only taste my tears.

Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.

I turn over in the crumpled bed, smelling myself. Your arms around me, you snuggle up next to me. Hold me, dirty, sweaty. Stroke my hair.

If I call you loudly enough, you'll hear me. If I can come hard enough, you'll come with me.

Stay with me.

Love me.

If I can hold your name, you will never die again.

Oh, Sirius.

Written by Teka Lynn
March 14th, 2004

All rights to the characters and setting are held by J K Rowling and whoever else holds them, including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Warner Bros. This fanwork was created solely for fun and has no legal or financial connection to the Harry Potter novels.