TITLE: Siriusly in Love

AUTHOR: Lady Sirius

PAIRING: SB/OFC

RATING: NC17

FEEDBACK: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I am simply toying with Lucius and Narcissa for my own purposes!

DEDICATION: I dedicate this work to the very sexy, very talented Gary Oldman, who is in my eyes the sexiest man alive, and to Sirius, whom I love like whoa.

Siriusly in Love

Chapter Two - Shopping With Sirius aka Traumatizing Wal-Mart

Telling Robbie about Sirius proved to be easier than I had expected. Although the manner of the telling was accomplished in not quite the way I had anticipated. He had been dismissed from school early, due to a broken pipe of some sort, and had walked into the house far sooner than I had expected him, to find us seated together at the kitchen table - robe-garbed, drinking coffee and nattering happily about anything and everything. I guess it could have been worse. A lot worse, if he'd only come a mere half hour earlier, when Sirius was coming...Never mind, you get the idea.

He looked at Sirius for a moment, as if taken aback. Siriusly. Pardon the pun, I can't seem to resist it. He obviously recognized him - no doubt from his wanted poster. And the various mementos I had displayed in my room, like a shrine, not to mention from having viewed the film multiple times with me. He looked at me, then looked at Sirius again, a small grin playing about his lips. "Well, looks like you're not as crazy as I gave you credit for being. Way to go, Mom..."

I blushed at his words, of course, and Sirius laughed, as he held out his hand to my son. "I've heard a lot about you, Robbie," he said, "nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Black," as he shook my lover's hand.

"None of that, it's Sirius," Sirius protested, "and don't worry, I have no intention of hurting your mum, trust me. You see, I do believe I've fallen in love with her."

Was that the sound of my jaw hitting the floor in abject amazement? Followed by the sound of my heart exploding?

Robbie seemed to take his words quite in stride, unlike his mother, who couldn't stop staring at the very sexy animagus across the table from her, who even now was reaching toward me, pulling me from my seat and onto his lap. "That's only fair, she's had a thing for you for a long time," he said. "I was starting to worry about her."

My two men were openly smiling at one another, as I buried my face into Sirius' chest, inhaling the very sensual scent of him. It wasn't necessary to ask how I felt, I think that was rather obvious. I had indeed, as Robbie had pointed out, "had a thing for Sirius" for a very long time. And to have it reciprocated was a scenario that went far beyond my wildest dreams. And believe me, I have some very wild dreams.

Robbie's next words brought me out of my little fantasy world, as I raised my head with a start. "You going to get dressed today?" I suddenly became even more conscious of the fact that we were sitting here in nothing but our robes.

"I thought we might," I blushed, "we just got up, after all... I mean... we just got out of bed..." Open mouth, insert foot. Robbie snickered, and Sirius simply stopped my words with a kiss.

"I get the idea, Mom," he said, opening the fridge in his daily forage for sustenance that would hold him over until dinner. "You feel like going to Wal-Mart? I need a few things for school. I have a big project coming up I need some stuff for. And I could use some pants, if you can afford it. Did you get the check yet?"

"Yesterday," I replied, "it'll hold us for a while, I think." By which I meant my latest royalty check, which was how I earned my living - that and the child support his dad sent. Which reminded me. I would have to find a way to tell my ex that Sirius was living with us, before he simply came by one day and found him there, which would not do at all. I had a feeling he would not be happy about the situation, but there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing. I just didn't want to have to listen to it, or put Sirius through it. Although somehow I suspected he could hold his own with Robbie's dad any day. But I knew he was jealous of him, and had been ever since the third book had come out, even though by then he and I were estranged anyway. He blamed Sirius for far too much, and to see him in the flesh wasn't likely to change that. I turned to Sirius, who was busy nuzzling my neck. "Do you mind?" I asked, "we could probably use a few things too. You definitely could use some clothes."

"I'm a wizard, remember?" he started to say, before he realized something. "Oh, a wizard without a wand. Not very useful, eh? No, I don't mind, love, I'll go anywhere you want to go, that's fine." I sighed happily into his lips, and Robbie chuckled softly, leaving the room with a parting shot, "I'll be waiting," as a not so subtle reminder that we were going out and not to get involved in anything. Hint, hint.

A few steamy kisses and soft caresses later - alas, no time for anything else - we climbed into the second hand vehicle which was mine, all mine, my lovely teal Grand Caravan, and made our way to the local Super Wal-mart, which was the place to shop for miles around our particular neck of the woods. Robbie left us to our own devices with some comment about doing better on his own without us holding him back, but he grinned while he said it, disappearing in the direction of the menswear. As for us, I grabbed a cart, and we pushed it together, acting like virtual honeymooners, kissing and walking and kissing and walking, narrowly averting a few catastrophes by almost colliding with the other shoppers. We wandered through the housewares section, picked up a few things, found some lovely sheets on sale, extra pillows. Near the pharmacy I almost purchased condoms, til Sirius whispered that he knew wandless spells to prevent that sort of thing, which pleased me, as I hate the feel of latex, it definitely subtracts from the enjoyment of the experience.

We bought some sexy lingerie from my favourite designer - Gilligan O'Malley - beautiful lacy outfits in red and black and pale blue. Sirius insisted, and I had to promise to model them for him later, in private. We bought him a toothbrush, and when I asked him if he preferred boxers or briefs, he informed me that to go without anything but himself beneath his pants was a glorious feeling which he would not deprive himself of. And the thought of what he kept beneath his pants caused me to blush, and my pulse to skyrocket, as he pulled me to him and kissed me fiercely. He was so incredibly sexy! I swear my heart beat faster every time I looked at him.

I found him some t-shirts that he rather like, and some dress shirts as well, but we were unsure of pant sizes. I was pleased to learn that he did like blue jeans, had worn them as a lad. "Well, you can try them on then," I told him as I grabbed a couple of jeans in different sizes that I thought might fit. We could get dress pants after that, once we ascertained what number we were looking for. I escorted him to the men's dressing area, where we met Robbie coming out, and he simply grinned at us.

I told the girl behind the counter how many pieces Sirius had and she gave him a coloured tag, told him which room to use. They knew me here, of course, I shopped here all the time. In fact, I'd worked here at one point, so I was familiar with everything and everyone and was comfortable being here. I stayed to chat with the girl, waiting for Sirius to emerge, when I heard a sudden cry of what sounded like pain coming from his direction. I glanced at the girl in dismay and she said, "Go on back, no one else is here," so I hastened to Sirius' cubicle.

I found my poor baby with his back turned toward the door, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans. "What happened?" I cried in alarm, "did you get caught in the zipper or something?"

He turned to face me, and I realized then that the zipper was not only not entangled with his private parts in any way, it was very much down, rather than up, and he was exceedingly tumescent, his cock protruding from his pants defiantly, as if unwilling to be caged in a denim prison. "No," he replied sheepishly, "I was hoping that maybe if I did that it would bring you back here," and he pulled me to him, taking my lips in his hungrily.

I should have chided him for worrying me so, and for pulling such a childish stunt, but I was too busy being devoured. And feeling his hardness against me. I think that alone drove common sense out the window. What little I possessed, that is. And I knew without asking what it was he wanted, because I wanted the very same thing.

Throwing caution to the winds, I disengaged myself from his very lovely lips, and slid down his very naked torso, until my knees found purchase on the ground, and I was face to face... well, maybe not exactly face to face... with little Sirius, who was far from being little, if you know what I mean. My tongue came out of my mouth almost of its own volition, licking the head tenderly, and circling it familiarly. This was, by now, becoming very familiar territory to me. I felt him wind his slender fingers in my hair as I gave my attention to his second brain, caressing it with my lips slowly before it dawned on me that perhaps long and lingering was not the way to go in this time and place. What if Robbie came back here and heard us? That was something I had no desire to face.

Besides which, I wanted him too badly to toy with him. So I took him fully into my mouth, tasting the salty fluid which seeped from him already. I slid my hands around his waist, down inside his pants, and gripped the cheeks of his ass tightly. "Ah, yesssss..." he moaned, pleased that he had gotten what he wanted so easily. "You're so good to me, Julie," he leaned down and murmured, discreetly of course.

I wanted to slide my finger inside of him, at that moment, very badly, but I decided that that would have to wait for another time when I would have lube to ease its entrance. But still I could touch his cheeks as much as I liked - and I liked to very much.

So, instead, I decided to "torture" him by humming around his cock, knowing the vibrations would drive him to distraction. I used my tongue to explore the length and breadth of him, laving every facet of him, every bump and every plane. He was so incredibly delicious that I was rapidly losing awareness of my surroundings, not a good thing at all. An inner voice prompted me to hurry, before we were caught, and I was paraded before the town like some sort of modern day Hester Prynne.

He moaned, a beautiful sound ordinarily, but one which at this moment seemed overly loud, fearful as I was of being caught in flagrante. And yet even now I knew I could deny him nothing, nor shortchange him in any way. His cock in my mouth was pure heaven, he tasted like heaven, I had never been so blissfully happy in my life, nor so passionate, nor so damn horny. He kept me in a perpetual state of horny, I have to admit, but he was always ready eager and willing to help me scratch my itch.

I slid the fingers of one hand between his cheeks, and he gasped, bucking into my mouth further. I was lucky I could take in that entire ten inch length, but I was a quick study apparently. I kept thinking if only there were more room, I'd simply turn around and let him fuck me, up against the wall or something. But I didn't see that happening. Not right here or now, anyway. So I increased my suction, as I flirted with his ass, and his hip motions got more frantic, the closer he came to orgasm. But his moans also got louder. Jesus H Christ, the last thing I needed was to draw attention to us, so I sucked at him even harder, but the harder I sucked, the louder he began to moan.

Until finally I was forced to cheat. There was a technique I had read of in certain books of gay erotica by the master of the form himself, Bob Vickery, that was supposed to be surefire for bringing on an instant orgasm. I decided to put Mr. Vickery to the test. I took one hand, reaching down inside the open pair of jeans to grasp Sirius' balls, and I fumbled with my thumb (cause looking was just not an option) until I found the center between those twin balls of delight - and I pressed on it.

He jerked even harder inside my mouth as he came, his fingers tightening in my hair, as a long drawn out wail of delight left his lips. I felt my cheeks redden, even as I drank down his juices eagerly, sucking at him and taking it all until he had no more to give and only then reluctantly releasing his softening member. What a rush! I felt almost dizzy as he helped me to my feet and claimed my lips once more, sharing the taste of him that lingered there.

"We have to get out of here," I whispered when we broke for air at last, "get dressed, please, quickly. Which of these fit you?"

He pointed to a pile of pants that he had set neatly aside. "And these," he indicated the ones he wore. I was proud to note that there was not one cum stain on them. I grabbed them quickly, then leaned up for another kiss, reluctant to part even for a moment. He lengthened the kiss until I heard a discreet cough from the direction of the counter.

"Gotta go!" I whispered, "meet you right outside."

I flew out the door, down the hall, and I know I probably resembled a ripe tomato. The girl I'd been talking to smirked, as I gave her the items that did not fit, taking the rest with me. But all she said was, "I don't blame you, he's a hottie..." I smiled at her, probably seeming rather braindamaged, at the least, or simpleminded, as I went to a nearby rack, finding a few more shirts to add to the pile. By the time Sirius joined me (he made quick work of dressing), Robbie was done and had his own things placed in the cart, so we checked out and headed for home.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, Sirius glanced back toward the Wal-Mart, then at me, and smiled, and I could not help returning it, it was so contagious - I knew just what he was thinking.

"What's so funny?" Robbie asked from the middle seats, amusement in his voice.

"Dragons," Sirius and I replied simultaneously, which brought on a fit of giggles between us. I could feel, rather than see, Robbie rolling his eyes at us as we headed toward home. Somehow I knew I'd never think of Wal-Mart the same way again.