Touch Me Baby

Touch Me Baby (Tainted Love)

He was writhing, twisting, contorting in ways that made Sirius want to loose control, to let the beast take over and claim him as his own. He was dancing seductively, he was attracting the attention of others but how could he not? He was gorgeous, dressed up in skin-tight leather trousers and a black top which kept rising and showing off that gorgeous midriff, no wonder people were staring and vying for his attention.

The dancer paid no attention to anyone, his attention was on the music he was dancing to. He was unaware of the looks he received, the pure lustful looks of both men and women, he thought himself too revolting for anyone to think of him that way. His lashes caressing the tops of his cheeks as he wiped his head from the rivulets of sweat. He raised his arms as he gyrated to the music, blissfully unaware of the crowd, he was sheer beauty.

Sirius was slightly jealous of the dancer, whenever he went out to clubs he was always the main attraction and he enjoyed the attention but now that light was on the gorgeous man everyone wanted. Sirius wanted this man more than he had wanted anyone else, he was perfect, he was sheer beauty wrapped in elegance and grace. Sirius wanted to take this innocent home with him and taint him until he was no longer a pure soul.

A man approached the dancer hoping to get close to him, Sirius bristled at the thought of anyone touching his property. The dancer just ignored the man continuing to dance, head held high and dancing a little quicker as the tempo of the music changed even the DJ was enthralled by this dancing God. The drunken man placed his hand on the dancer, leering at him, the dancer looked like a deer caught in the headlights, bewildered that someone would dare touch him. Sirius was up and out of his seat quickly, he strode across the dance floor and grabbed the mans hand squeezing until the man cried out as he broke a bone.

"Mine," Sirius growled out at the man. Two of the drunken man's friends approached and took their inebriated friend away. The dancer quirked his head at Sirius, a faint smile on his lips before he turned his back on Sirius. Sirius hated that, to be ignored so and the dancer knew it, hence why he had done it. Sirius snarled and approached the dancer from behind, pressing into the dancer's back. The dancer leaned into Sirius's touch, pressing close up against him, Sirius's desire was evident and the dancer knew his patience was wearing thin.

"Mine," Sirius murmured harshly into the dancer's ear, Sirius wrapped his arms around the mans waist protectively. The dancer just smiled and put his hands on Sirius's, turning he put his arms around his neck and pressed his body up against Sirius's, he purposefully ground his hips against Sirius's. "Mine," Sirius repeated as the man nodded his head in submission.

"Yours," the dancer said in agreement. Sirius caught the dancer's lips with his own, the dancer responded to his lover's ardent desire. "Touch me, Sirius, take me home and make me yours." The dancer murmured in Sirius's ear as he broke off the kiss, Sirius looked at the dancer wildly and kissed him rapturously. The dancer smirked and took Sirius's hand, the dancer led him out of the Muggle club and into a vacant taxi. Sirius muttered the address as the dancer kissed him again. The taxi driver took their hurried fare and drove off as the two stumbled into the house and up the stairs. Sirius was filled with a desire for this man and he needed him now.

Sirius had barely managed to get out of his coat before the dancer pushed him back onto the bed. The dancer pulled Sirius's T-shirt over his head, dipping his head and taking one nipple into his mouth, Sirius moaned. He was meant to be the dominant one, this was a change. Sirius helped relieve the dancer of his own top and both pulled their pants down in a somewhat frenzy. Sirius struggled for top but he was rolled back by the dancer who, still kissing and licking Sirius, reached for something in the drawer beside the bed.

Whilst the dancer was distracted, Sirius settled into sucking at the junction of his throat marking him with a bruise before the dancer noticed to stop him. The dancer straddled Sirius's hips pushing him back on the bed, lining himself up he sank down on Sirius in one move, all the way down. He looked at Sirius, both breathing hard, he ran his delicate hands across his face and they both locked eyes. They both knew what they wanted but Sirius took his time, holding him carefully pushing up into him with long slow thrusts. He watched the dancer stroke himself before replacing the dancer's hand with his own.

The dancer writhed on Sirius's cock as if he were once again dancing, his hips moving slowly and fluidly, his eyelashes kissing his cheeks once again, muscles flexing. He was such a beautiful sight, that Sirius came suddenly, taking both by surprise. The World blurred for a moment and he felt nothing but the heat of the dancer's insides clutching around him. The dancer came on to Sirius's chest as they both shuddered, the two looked at each other and the dancer slowly eased himself off Sirius. Sirius stared at the dancer who took a damp cloth from the side-table and cleaned them both up.

Sirius could not believe how he felt for this man, no matter what he did to him he never tainted, he was so pure. The dancer brought the sheets over them and snuggled up next to Sirius, Sirius brushed a piece of long hair from the dancers face as they kissed languidly. Sirius wrapped his arm around the man and they cuddled each other quietly.

"Love you, Sirius," the dancer said tiredly and hugged his lover falling into a heavy slumber. Sirius watched the man sleep for a while, he was so carefree at these times, he seemed so happy. Sirius settled into the warm embrace of his lover and fell asleep.

Sirius woke the next morning alone, it always was like this, the bed would be empty when he woke. Sirius pulled some pants and a robe on and went downstairs where he could smell breakfast cooking, he was starving after last nights encounter with his secret lover. Sirius opened the kitchen door where Remus was getting a grilling from Peter and James.

"Morning, what's going on?" Sirius asked as he stole a piece of toast that Remus was just about to put into his mouth. Sirius sat at the table casually putting his feet up whilst James ruffled his hair and grinned.

"Remus got lucky last night," James said as Sirius choked on the piece of toast. Sirius looked across at Remus who was blushing fiercely. Sirius looked back at James who was smirking at him, as if he knew something he shouldn't.

"Really?" Sirius asked interestedly. "How do you know?"

"He's got the biggest lovebite you've ever seen and he's being cagey about it so it must be serious." James pronounced the last word carefully and looked at him pointedly. Sirius smirked something rotten and winked at Remus, his best friend and lover, Sirius replied to James's statement with a grin.

"Must be Serious then."