Fic: Perfect Despair (Sirius/Bellatrix)
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lightofdayeTitle:Perfect Despair
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Lestrange
Word Count: ~1,500
Content: Incest (first cousins), infidelity, rough sex, hate sex, mention of canon deaths
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Tomorrow he'll set out to find Peter Pettigrew; tonight he's caught someone else.
A/n: First of two fics written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet. The prompt was: "I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell - any blackcest pairing" by musyc. Thanks to torino10154 for beta reading. The masterlist for the fest is here.
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They met in a secluded spot in the farthest reaches of The Leaky Cauldron, the Wizarding War was a secret one but if it had been known, all would admit that The Leaky Cauldron was neutral territory.
There were a couple of bottles of butterbeer sitting on the table and a couple of Blacks sitting around it. Or rather a Black and a former Black. Which was which though greatly depended on your own point of view.
Sirius Black nursed a bottle of beer and surveyed the woman opposite to him.
Cousin Bellatrix had her own kind of beauty to her if you recognised it. It was an oddly haughty kind of attractiveness; with sharp aristocratic features and poise showing her complete confidence and assuredness of self.
She was also beautiful in a traditional sense, flowing waves of dark hair that contrasted her fine pale skin and a nice figure with long legs and a bust that drew even Sirius’ eyes. Her dark, heavily lidded gaze always made Sirius think she was giving him bedroom eyes.
“What are we doing here, Bellatrix?” he said in a low voice.
“Drinking a drink,” Bellatrix said.
Sirius gave her a look.
“The Dark Lord wants the Potters,” Bellatrix said in a low purr, “and I know that you know where they are.”
“Do you think so?”
“You’re their friend,” said Bellatrix, sneeringly. “They trust you.”
“If you know that you must know that I would never betray that trust.”
“You’re here aren’t you?” Bellatrix said. “You’re here because you know the Dark Lord must win. You need to change sides before it’s too late, dear cousin. Return to the fold.”
Sirius cocked his head, like a dog finding a trail.
“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”
“My husband?”
“No. Him. If you told him of this meeting and returned empty handed, it wouldn’t go well for you, would it?”
“The Dark Lord does not reward failure. That is why I do not fail,” declared Bellatrix.
“You will eventually, and then you’ll fall,” Sirius said intensely. “Sooner or later. You’re the one who needs to switch sides, Bella. There’s no future with Him.”
Bella looked at him with her heavily lidded eyes. Then she laughed, loudly and genuinely.
“So that’s it, cousin?” She cackled. “You would rescue me? Poor poor Bella, whisked off her feet and saved by the great rebel Sirius Black, proven right. Tell me, what is the reward you would want from me. The traditional one given to all heroes.”
She leant in, so the tops of her breasts were exposed and if he thought she’d given bedroom eyes before, Sirius hadn’t known anything. He felt an instinctive lurch in the bottom of his stomach and a wave of desire followed by a flush of revulsion.
“You’re terrible, cousin,” Sirius said.
“I don’t need rescuing,” Bellatrix said. “The Dark Lord is everything to me.”
“No less my friends to me,” Sirius declared.
There was nothing else to be said.
-
A few months later, Sirius Black waited in the Lestrange’s entrance hall. Their door had been quite unpickable by magic but ridiculously easy with a set of muggle lockpicks.
There was a dull ringing in Sirius’ ears and empty space in chest.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked in through her front door alone; she must have been doing something horrible because she came in looking radiantly happy with herself.
“Hello Bella,” Sirius growled.
She jumped but at the same time her walnut wand appeared in her hand pointed at his chest.
“Is that anyway to treat family?” he said.
“I didn’t think you counted me as family,” Bellatrix said. “Have you decided to join the winning side?”
Sirius laughed in her face and a doubt crossed Bellatrix’s features, perhaps she recognised it was not his usual bark-like chuckle of amusement but something much higher, longer and on the edge of hysteria.
“I came to see what it was like now we’ve both lost everything? If you felt like I did, but you don’t know, you don’t even know yet.”
"Know what?" Bellatrix snarled.
“You’ll find out,” Sirius said. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Sirius felt a well of frustration, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted here, no relief or catharsis was to be found. He thought back to their meeting in the Leaky Cauldron and a different thought crossed his mind. He hadn’t come here for it but nevertheless there was something to feel here. Anything he could feel would be a blessing right now.
“Where’s your husband?” he said stepping closer, the tip of her wand pressed into his chest.
“What?” Bellatrix said.
“Where’s your husband?” Sirius said again and again he stepped forward, Bellatrix’s arm bent at the elbow, folding between them, allowing Sirius intimately close.
“I don’t need him to deal with you.”
“Certainly not, especially not the way you want to deal with me,” Sirius rumbled. “I remember your little projection, pretending like I want you. Quite the reverse, isn’t it?”
Sirius moved close and kissed Bellatrix hungrily. She squeaked in what could be surprise or anger. Sirius pressed his advantage, pushing Bella up against the wall. He seized her wrist and pinned to the wall over her head, squeezing it until her hand released the wand. Bella gave another cry as she dropped the wand and her mouth opened enough for Sirius’ tongue to push into her mouth, duelling and bashing her tongue about her mouth.
Bella decidedly didn’t melt into Sirius’ arms, she squirmed and struggled but all the while she somehow managed to press her tits into Sirius’ chest and her tongue danced and battled with his.
Sirius tore away gasping for breath for a moment, then pressed close again, sucking and nipping at Bella’s neck. Her body arched under his assault. Her free hand tore at the back of Sirius’ neck yanking him close.
In a moment of distraction with his face practically in Bella’s tits, Sirius suddenly felt the grip change, Bella wormed free of his grasp and her hand was on his wrist instead. There followed a sudden crushing blackness, a physical echo of Sirius’ emotional state and, when it was over, they were in a richly appointed room dominated by an opulent bed.
“Well, I’ll take this as sign,” Sirius said, “if you’re moving us to your bedroom.”
“Shut up.”
Sirius did so and instead took hold of Bella’s low-cut robes and tore them open. Full breasts spilled out and he attacked them, sucking and biting on hard dark nipples as Bella’s nails drew furrows down his chest until she was attacking his belt.
They discarded the remains on their clothes and Sirius, not asking Bella, pushed her down onto her hands and knees. He draped himself over her back, arms sliding around her waist. Sirius nuzzled her thick dark hair, taking a deep breath full of scent. Then he entered in one firm long push of his hips.
Bella wailed but her cunt opened to him willingly; her pussy was soaking wet,
“Fuck, you want this,” Sirius barked. “Not getting it proper from your Lord? Or your husband?”
“Fuck you!” Bella responded. “Fuck me!!”
So Sirius did, his hips pulled back and pushed home, pounding against Bella’ arse with each stroke, each push filling her cunt to her enthusiastic approval. One hand was filled with a breast, the other rubbed her clit.
Bella screamed and came around him, a sound of bliss.
What was he doing? Sirius thought. He’d lost everything, everyone and here he was pleasuring a vile woman.
His hand moved to grip Bella’s shoulders and pull her onto him, the energy of their collisions redoubled and Bella screamed and shook but he no longer cared. He was only working to his own release.
It was titanic when he came, a rush of release that left nothing but emptiness in its wake. Sirius slumped down next to Bella and sunk into the oblivion he wanted.
-
Sirius awoke with a start. He glanced around him, all senses on edge but he was alone, the other Lestrange had not returned.
Bellatrix was lying prone on the bed. Sirius couldn’t see her face but he could see bruising starting to mottle on her wrist and side where he’d held her. A smile twisted his face in satisfaction as he slipped out her bed.
He felt elated. It had been purgative, the best and only sex he was likely to get now.
Sirius was satisfied and extremely guilty but not about anything he’d done to Bellatrix. He pulled on his clothes and set out into the early morning air.
He had work to do: a rat to find.
As he left he had one last fleeting thought for Bellatrix, he wondered how long it would be until she found out what they’d both lost that night.
Rating: NC-17
Characters & Pairing: Sirius Black/Bellatrix Lestrange
Word Count: ~1,500
Content: Incest (first cousins), infidelity, rough sex, hate sex, mention of canon deaths
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Tomorrow he'll set out to find Peter Pettigrew; tonight he's caught someone else.
A/n: First of two fics written for
hphet. The prompt was: "I'll be waking up, feeling satisfied, but guilty as hell - any blackcest pairing" by musyc. Thanks to torino10154 for beta reading. The masterlist for the fest is here.---
They met in a secluded spot in the farthest reaches of The Leaky Cauldron, the Wizarding War was a secret one but if it had been known, all would admit that The Leaky Cauldron was neutral territory.
There were a couple of bottles of butterbeer sitting on the table and a couple of Blacks sitting around it. Or rather a Black and a former Black. Which was which though greatly depended on your own point of view.
Sirius Black nursed a bottle of beer and surveyed the woman opposite to him.
Cousin Bellatrix had her own kind of beauty to her if you recognised it. It was an oddly haughty kind of attractiveness; with sharp aristocratic features and poise showing her complete confidence and assuredness of self.
She was also beautiful in a traditional sense, flowing waves of dark hair that contrasted her fine pale skin and a nice figure with long legs and a bust that drew even Sirius’ eyes. Her dark, heavily lidded gaze always made Sirius think she was giving him bedroom eyes.
“What are we doing here, Bellatrix?” he said in a low voice.
“Drinking a drink,” Bellatrix said.
Sirius gave her a look.
“The Dark Lord wants the Potters,” Bellatrix said in a low purr, “and I know that you know where they are.”
“Do you think so?”
“You’re their friend,” said Bellatrix, sneeringly. “They trust you.”
“If you know that you must know that I would never betray that trust.”
“You’re here aren’t you?” Bellatrix said. “You’re here because you know the Dark Lord must win. You need to change sides before it’s too late, dear cousin. Return to the fold.”
Sirius cocked his head, like a dog finding a trail.
“He doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”
“My husband?”
“No. Him. If you told him of this meeting and returned empty handed, it wouldn’t go well for you, would it?”
“The Dark Lord does not reward failure. That is why I do not fail,” declared Bellatrix.
“You will eventually, and then you’ll fall,” Sirius said intensely. “Sooner or later. You’re the one who needs to switch sides, Bella. There’s no future with Him.”
Bella looked at him with her heavily lidded eyes. Then she laughed, loudly and genuinely.
“So that’s it, cousin?” She cackled. “You would rescue me? Poor poor Bella, whisked off her feet and saved by the great rebel Sirius Black, proven right. Tell me, what is the reward you would want from me. The traditional one given to all heroes.”
She leant in, so the tops of her breasts were exposed and if he thought she’d given bedroom eyes before, Sirius hadn’t known anything. He felt an instinctive lurch in the bottom of his stomach and a wave of desire followed by a flush of revulsion.
“You’re terrible, cousin,” Sirius said.
“I don’t need rescuing,” Bellatrix said. “The Dark Lord is everything to me.”
“No less my friends to me,” Sirius declared.
There was nothing else to be said.
-
A few months later, Sirius Black waited in the Lestrange’s entrance hall. Their door had been quite unpickable by magic but ridiculously easy with a set of muggle lockpicks.
There was a dull ringing in Sirius’ ears and empty space in chest.
Bellatrix Lestrange walked in through her front door alone; she must have been doing something horrible because she came in looking radiantly happy with herself.
“Hello Bella,” Sirius growled.
She jumped but at the same time her walnut wand appeared in her hand pointed at his chest.
“Is that anyway to treat family?” he said.
“I didn’t think you counted me as family,” Bellatrix said. “Have you decided to join the winning side?”
Sirius laughed in her face and a doubt crossed Bellatrix’s features, perhaps she recognised it was not his usual bark-like chuckle of amusement but something much higher, longer and on the edge of hysteria.
“I came to see what it was like now we’ve both lost everything? If you felt like I did, but you don’t know, you don’t even know yet.”
"Know what?" Bellatrix snarled.
“You’ll find out,” Sirius said. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Sirius felt a well of frustration, he wasn’t going to get what he wanted here, no relief or catharsis was to be found. He thought back to their meeting in the Leaky Cauldron and a different thought crossed his mind. He hadn’t come here for it but nevertheless there was something to feel here. Anything he could feel would be a blessing right now.
“Where’s your husband?” he said stepping closer, the tip of her wand pressed into his chest.
“What?” Bellatrix said.
“Where’s your husband?” Sirius said again and again he stepped forward, Bellatrix’s arm bent at the elbow, folding between them, allowing Sirius intimately close.
“I don’t need him to deal with you.”
“Certainly not, especially not the way you want to deal with me,” Sirius rumbled. “I remember your little projection, pretending like I want you. Quite the reverse, isn’t it?”
Sirius moved close and kissed Bellatrix hungrily. She squeaked in what could be surprise or anger. Sirius pressed his advantage, pushing Bella up against the wall. He seized her wrist and pinned to the wall over her head, squeezing it until her hand released the wand. Bella gave another cry as she dropped the wand and her mouth opened enough for Sirius’ tongue to push into her mouth, duelling and bashing her tongue about her mouth.
Bella decidedly didn’t melt into Sirius’ arms, she squirmed and struggled but all the while she somehow managed to press her tits into Sirius’ chest and her tongue danced and battled with his.
Sirius tore away gasping for breath for a moment, then pressed close again, sucking and nipping at Bella’s neck. Her body arched under his assault. Her free hand tore at the back of Sirius’ neck yanking him close.
In a moment of distraction with his face practically in Bella’s tits, Sirius suddenly felt the grip change, Bella wormed free of his grasp and her hand was on his wrist instead. There followed a sudden crushing blackness, a physical echo of Sirius’ emotional state and, when it was over, they were in a richly appointed room dominated by an opulent bed.
“Well, I’ll take this as sign,” Sirius said, “if you’re moving us to your bedroom.”
“Shut up.”
Sirius did so and instead took hold of Bella’s low-cut robes and tore them open. Full breasts spilled out and he attacked them, sucking and biting on hard dark nipples as Bella’s nails drew furrows down his chest until she was attacking his belt.
They discarded the remains on their clothes and Sirius, not asking Bella, pushed her down onto her hands and knees. He draped himself over her back, arms sliding around her waist. Sirius nuzzled her thick dark hair, taking a deep breath full of scent. Then he entered in one firm long push of his hips.
Bella wailed but her cunt opened to him willingly; her pussy was soaking wet,
“Fuck, you want this,” Sirius barked. “Not getting it proper from your Lord? Or your husband?”
“Fuck you!” Bella responded. “Fuck me!!”
So Sirius did, his hips pulled back and pushed home, pounding against Bella’ arse with each stroke, each push filling her cunt to her enthusiastic approval. One hand was filled with a breast, the other rubbed her clit.
Bella screamed and came around him, a sound of bliss.
What was he doing? Sirius thought. He’d lost everything, everyone and here he was pleasuring a vile woman.
His hand moved to grip Bella’s shoulders and pull her onto him, the energy of their collisions redoubled and Bella screamed and shook but he no longer cared. He was only working to his own release.
It was titanic when he came, a rush of release that left nothing but emptiness in its wake. Sirius slumped down next to Bella and sunk into the oblivion he wanted.
-
Sirius awoke with a start. He glanced around him, all senses on edge but he was alone, the other Lestrange had not returned.
Bellatrix was lying prone on the bed. Sirius couldn’t see her face but he could see bruising starting to mottle on her wrist and side where he’d held her. A smile twisted his face in satisfaction as he slipped out her bed.
He felt elated. It had been purgative, the best and only sex he was likely to get now.
Sirius was satisfied and extremely guilty but not about anything he’d done to Bellatrix. He pulled on his clothes and set out into the early morning air.
He had work to do: a rat to find.
As he left he had one last fleeting thought for Bellatrix, he wondered how long it would be until she found out what they’d both lost that night.
