alisanne

Title: Lucky Legilimens
Author:

alisanne
Rating: R
Pairing: Kingsley Shacklebolt/Sirius Black
Summary: Sirius is a lucky dog.
Word Count: 100 x 5
Genre: Romance
Warnings: None
A/N: Written for

kingsley100's prompt #73: Legilimens
Beta:

emynn
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

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Lucky Legilimens

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“Stupefy!”

With a yelp, Sirius fell onto his side, panting. It wasn’t much of a fall since he was in dog form, but it was nevertheless startling.

Footsteps approached. “Black? Is that you?”

A moment later Sirius was free to move, but before he could, a collar and leash were snapped into place around his neck. Warm hands tilted his face up. “Legilimens.”

Unable to resist, Sirius could feel his memories being rifled through. Baring his teeth, he growled.

Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled. “All right, just had to be sure.”

Then, as he was gathered into strong arms, Sirius passed out.

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“This isn’t Azkaban.”

Kingsley nodded. “Well spotted.”

Sirius frowned, confused. “Isn’t there a warrant for my arrest?”

“There is.” Kingsley continued scanning The Prophet.

“What the devil’s happening?”

Folded the newspaper, Kingsley set it aside. “Dumbledore asked me to find you. He’s reforming the Order and wants you involved.”

Sirius gaped. “But I’m an outlaw!”

“And I’m an Auror.”

Sirius’ eyes narrowed. “That’s why you used Legilimency on me!”

“Partly, yes.” Kingsley sighed. “I trust Dumbledore, but--”

“But you’re an Auror.” Sirius smiled. “So, what’s the plan?”

“We need a place to meet.”

Sirius nodded. “I know just the spot.”

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It thrilled Sirius to use his ancestral home for anti-Voldemort plotting. And, clearly, the Order members enjoyed it, too. Especially the liquor cabinet.

Eyeing Kingsley, Sirius sighed. Despite all the clear signals he’d been giving off, Kingsley hadn’t made a move. Wish he’d use Legilimency me now, Sirius thought. I’d show him a thing or two about what I want.

Once the meeting got underway, Sirius sat beside Kingsley, leaning against him whenever possible. Kingsley seemed oblivious, however.

Disappointed, Sirius finally gave up, but when, after the meeting, he edged away, Kingsley clasped his arm. “Let’s talk.”

Sirius smiled. “Let’s.”

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“You’ve been flirting with me.”

Sirius grinned. “You think?”

Kingsley raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

Licking his lips, Sirius gave him a slow once over. “Because you’re hot.”

“You really think that?”

Sirius frowned. “Naturally.”

“That’s not in your mind.”

Sirius smiled. “Think about it.”

Kingsley pursed his lips. “You forget, I’m a Legilimens.”

“I’ve forgotten nothing.” Sirius moved towards Kingsley. “But several other Order members are Legilimens, too. I have to have something to show them when they look.” He shrugged. “So I show them harmless thoughts.” He winked. “You should look now.”

Slowly, Kingsley grinned. “I believe I shall.”

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Sirius groaned as Kingsley plunged deep. “Fuck, you’re big.”

“You’re tight,” Kingsley gasped, speeding up. “Why are we...doing this...against a hallway wall?”

Sirius’ reply was to pound his fist against the wall. A screech came from behind a cloth-covered portrait. “Degenerates! Blood-traitors!”

Kingsley paused for a split second, then resumed thrusting. “You’re a sick man, Black,” he murmured. “Luckily, my Legilimency detected that.”

Sirius, hearing the amusement in Kingsley’s voice, laughed breathily. “I consider that a large part of my appeal.” And as Kingsley pleasured him, Sirius enjoyed the moment. Best use for this place ever.

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