Author's Notes: Written for Thanatos Angelos Girl's 24 Hours of Romance Challenge – in which we had to write a romantic story within a 24 hour time limit.

Rodolphus/Sirius. Shades of dub-con (nothing severe). Enjoy!


Sirius was in his bedroom, lost in a daydream, when the door slammed open and Rodolphus Lestrange entered.

Sirius's eyebrows shot up and he stood. "Get out of my room, Lestrange! What do you want?"

Rodolphus's lip curled. "Funny you should ask… maybe you haven't heard the news…"

"What, that you're getting married to my mad bitch of a cousin? Yeah, I've heard, and I don't see what that has to do with me."

Rodolphus grabbed Sirius by the front of his shirt and pressed him against the wall, a sneer on his face as his lips brushed against Sirius's. "Before I get married, there's something I want to do…"

Sirius's eyes widened, and he struggled. "Sod off, Lestrange, I don't–"

"Want this?" Rodolphus's lip curled. "Yeah… but here's the thing… I don't believe you." His fingers trailed down Sirius's torso, catching at the waistband of his trousers. "You can say you don't want it… you can tell me you're not interested… but I know… that… you are." His hand slipped down just a little bit further, touching Sirius with surprising lightness through the fabric of his trousers.

"I don't want you, you prat! You're engaged to my cousin!"

"I know," Rodolphus purred. "Perhaps you didn't quite work out… that I don't want your cousin, or anyone like her?"

"The Hell–"

"You're not really this thick, are you? I don't want your cousin any more than she wants me. Both of us have men we'd far rather be with…" Rodolphus smirked. "You being one of them."

"Take your hands off me, Lestrange, or I swear to God I'll take them off for you."

"I'm scared," Rodolphus drawled sarcastically. "You sound like you've got a lot of anger you need to work out, Sirius… violent tendencies… probably something to do with you being a Gryffindor…"

Sirius's face flamed. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I just don't want to fuck you?"

Rodolphus laughed. "We've already been through this. Go ahead and say you don't want to fuck me… but I know you do…"

"Don't you listen?"

"Not when you're lying…" Rodolphus's hand wound surprisingly gently in Sirius's hair, holding his head still as he kissed him, biting down on his lips and drawing back with a smirk. "Come on, Sirius. Say yes…" His other hand, the one not wound in Sirius's hair, was cupping Sirius through his trousers, gently rubbing him. Sirius bit back a moan, not wanting to give Rodolphus the satisfaction.

"Say yes," Rodolphus repeated. His voice was a sensual purr, smooth and velvety and-

Shut up, Sirius!

Sirius struggled a little, trying to push him away, but his movements were half-hearted. However much he wished he could shove Rodolphus off of him, he… just… couldn't bring himself to…


"That's a good boy," Rodolphus whispered, and before Sirius was even aware what was happening, he was being thrown as easily as if he were a rag doll onto the bed, and Rodolphus was on top of him, smashing kisses against his lips and tearing at his clothes. Sirius was in shock – he couldn't quite comprehend what was happening…

And he didn't care.

He tipped his head back and moaned as Rodolphus's strong hands pulled his clothing off and ran over his bare flesh. He didn't care that Rodolphus was his cousin's fiancé, or that he was older, or that he so obviously didn't care about Sirius for anything but sex.

Sirius didn't care about anything.

Except the small nagging voice at the back of his head reminding him that Rodolphus was going to make this a very difficult experience to live down.