Vacances <3 (?)
Second Day of Holidays
It had only taken one day of holidays to get Siriussy and Jame kidnapped, but that wasn’t going to stop them from attempting to make the two other days just as action packed and chaotic as possible.
Currently? They were being lectured on responsibility by Minerver McGoogle because Jame had decided to let some cats loose in the Sigma Dorms. Apparently McGoogle had decided that Siriussy had been an accomplice and had also decided that all thirty cats had been Jame and Siriussy’s pets. Yeah, Siriussy didn’t think it made any sense either.
“What I am trying to say is, take better care of your pets, Potter. You too, Black.” The professor shook her head. “Go along then and enjoy your holidays, you two. But no more cats!”
“You got it, Minerver!” Jame exclaimed as the two of them walked out of her office.
“Where the fuck did you find thirty cats?” Siriussy whispered to his friend as soon as they were a few corridors away from McGoogle’s office. He had no clue where Jame was leading him, but it was probably somewhere wildly entertaining. It appeared as though there would never be a boring day where Jame Potter was concerned.
“Uh, this Alpha chick, Lily Evangelines? Yeah, she had like fifty and gave me thirty.” Jame shrugged, stopping at a closed grey door at the end of a poorly-lit corridor. “Here we are!”
“Erm, where exactly are we?” Siriussy couldn’t make out the little words on the plate beside the door. Maybe he needed a Sigmophthalmologist.
“Your suicide therapy, of course!” Jame looked far too happy for what he was saying. Suicide is not a joke. But in their case? It kind of was.
“Shit, I kind of forgot about that (A/N: this is just me speaking because I for real do not remember half of what I’ve written). You’re leading it, right?” Siriussy followed Jame into the crusty musty dusty room.
“I mean, who else?” Jame smirked at him, which was super hot until Jame began choking on the air he was breathing.
“Slick with it, eh Potter?” Siriussy laughed, thumping his friend on the back.
“Great Sigmas, I forgot how allergic to dust I am,” Jame wheezed.
“We can move this elsewhere?” Siriussy asked, quickly surveying the room and coming to the conclusion that it was literally just a room with a couch. They could probably sit and chat about his “suicidal tendencies” anywhere remotely private.
“Nah, Alby would rather we keep all mental issues in here. He calls it the Problem Child Area.” Jame flicked on the lights, even though the sunlight was streaming through the windows, making everything perfectly visible. Jame glanced at Siriussy briefly and must’ve seen the confusion on his face. “Sorry, I’m blind as fuck.”
“You’d think those glasses would fix that,” Siriussy scoffed, walking over to the plush couch and draping himself over it. “Draw me like one of your French ladies, Jamie.”
Jame cocked an eyebrow in question.
“What? Never seen Titanic?” (A/N: I haven’t haha. It’s not funny.) Siriussy slowly sat up from his alluring model pose to smoulder at Jame.
“Erm, I’m poor.” Jame smouldered back. Yeah, Siriussy had definitely caught feelings.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. We’re watching that one of these days.” Siriussy picked up some random notepad lying on the coffee table in front of the couch and started flipped through some of the pages. Some of them were blank, but many were filled with notes on patients and what looked like…battle plans?
“Hey, Jame? What’re these?” Siriussy looked up at Jame, who’d gone quite red in the face. “What is it?”
“Oh erm, just—let’s get started, shall we? I need notes from at least one appointment for Albus, so…” Jame trailed off, quickly taking the room in stride and snatching the yellow notepad from Siriussy’s hands.
“Alright then.” Siriussy nodded. Jame was acting weird. Like, weirder than usual.
He wondered what was on that notepad.
“So, why did you, erm, try to kill yourself?” Jame asked, sitting down in the chair adjacent to Siriussy’s couch.
“To get your attention.”
“Great Sigmas,” Jame sighed. “I’m going to write that you felt insignificant, alright?”
“But—”
“It’ll look good to Albus.” Jame scribbled the lie down, then looked back up at Siriussy. “Trust me.”
Siriussy’s breath hitched in his throat at the eye contact. It felt so…intimate. They were alone and here Jame was, staring him down with those eyes. Siriussy knew that it was kind of Jame’s job at the moment, to look at him and really see him, but that didn’t prevent his stomach from flipping.
But obviously, Siriussy was never going to say “ Hey Potter, kiss me ” so instead, he nodded and the therapy session continued.
The rest of that session hadn’t been much of anything besides real questions, which was honestly a bit of a let-down for Siriussy. Sure, he’d known that Jame would have to write something down so his superiors didn’t get suspicious, but secretly he’d hoped that Jame would just write whatever down and they could spend the rest of the hour doing…well, Siriussy’s dreams had gotten quite explicit, but anything else would’ve been fine with him to be honest.
Maybe tomorrow, Siriussy thought as he and Jame parted ways back to their dorms. Jame had to report back to Dumbledore and Siriussy needed to figure out just how he was going to seduce one Jame Potter.
Tomorrow , Siriussy decided as he sat on his bed long after dark had fallen. He would get Jame tomorrow.
Final Day of Holidays
Well, it was tomorrow and Siriussy still had yet to pin Jame to his dorm bed and pound him into the duvet. But it wasn’t like he planned on doing that or anything, just an example or something he’d yet to do.
So, Siriussy had to concoct a plan, but what would he do?
The boy was pacing the halls, tapping his chin like a real thinker when he heard a sound coming from the closet. This was a pretty secluded hallway, the very same corridor where his therapy was located, so he was quite surprised to hear anyone else. That was actually why Siriussy had decided on this location for his planning. No one was supposed to be here…
So, nosey Siriussy decided to walk up to the door labelled “supply closet” and swing it open. His eyes were immediately met with titties. Bare titties.
Siriussy gasped, jumping back, yet unable to tear his eyes away from the barenaked lady in front of him. There weren’t any girls in the Sigma dorms! How did she…but Siriussy didn’t have to wonder for long, as he then saw Roman Rotherthighs, thighs out .
“Roman!” Siriussy cried, completely caught off-guard and desperate to just forget this entire experience.
“Oh, heyyy, Siriussy,” Roman crooned, chuckling slightly. He leaned on the shelf next to him, casually, but also casually fell through the fucking wall.
“Roman!” Siriussy cried again, struggling for any words that were not the name of his ex-fuck buddy.
Before Siriussy could help Roman up, the girl with her titties out beat him to the chase, then quickly began re-dressing into her… Beta clothes ?! This slut was a Beta ! Roman would be banished for sure. Siriussy was prepared to snitch because, while snitches get stitches, they also get to run the government along with their gay lover who was kind of dying and probably wouldn’t make it to the end of this training, but ignore that part.
“Look,” Roman said, brushing off his bare thighs which were now covered in plaster. “If you don’t mention this to ol’ Alby, I’ll… reward you.”
Siriussy cackled at this. Roman could not be serious. “Yeah, no. Your dick is tiny.”
The Beta chick giggled at this, nodding in assent.
“No, you shut the fuck up, I’m reporting both of you,” Siriussy snapped like the little narc he truly is. “Maybe you won’t be punished, being a common whore is kind of expected from the Betas.”
The girl rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her tits, as if pushing them up could seduce Siriussy. He was gay as fuck.
“And stop trying with your titties, I like men ,” Siriussy over-enunciated every word because he felt like being a bitch. He was supposed to be thinking up a plan on how to get Jame to fuck him, not catching other people in the act!
“You should probably leave, Cerci,” Roman lightly suggested, casually throwing his entire body weight into her and shoving her to the ground. Siriussy cocked an eyebrow at both of them, utterly confused, but you know what? This was not the most confusing thing he’d seen within the last hour, so he didn’t really care.
“Bye, Roman,” the Beta slut, Cerci, sighed, getting up and stalking down the hallway like some emo twelve-year-old with main-character syndrome.
“Roman, the only rule here is, don’t bring outside people in !” Siriussy exclaimed.
“Siriussy, you know damn well there are so many other rules—”
“Yeah? Well shut the fuck up, you whore.”
“What—?”
“I’M TELLING DUMBLEDORE!”
“SIRIUSSY, NO!”
And that was how Siriussy ended up sprinting through the entire Sigma training building, a hot man hot on his heels.
With every twist and turn, Siriussy would glance over his shoulder, convinced he would lose Roman eventually, but somehow Roman was athletic as hell. Stupid Sigmas and their athletic ability. It was honestly so homophobic, he should be boning Jame, not running from some slut!
Thankfully, Siriussy was quick on his toes and slipped into Dumbledore’s office before Roman could stop him, nearly collapsing on the old man’s desk in the process.
“Siriussy?” Dumbledore raised an eyebrow over his crescent-moon glasses.
“Hi, Sir, uhm,” Siriussy panted, holding up his hand to signal he needed a moment. Great Sigmas, running was hard. He made a mental note to never join a track team. “I caught Roman Rotherthighs with a Beta girl named Cerci.”
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Dumbledore said calmly, immediately storming out of his office to find Roman. Siriussy peaked out of the cracked door, giggling to himself as Dumbledore brought his wooden paddle down onto Roman’s arse cheeks.
Roman was already crying, but obviously Dumbledore was not finished. Siriussy could tell because Dumbledore picked up Roman by the arms and feet, swinging him around like a battering-ram, then launching him out of the Great Sigma Doors onto the plaza outside, where Sigma guards were somehow prepared with all of Roman’s belongings to escort him off the premises.
Two down, two to go.
Around three hours later, Dumbledore was toasting to Siriussy’s amazing snitchiness at a feast especially prepared for the brilliant occasion! Another week shaved off of Sigma training!
Frank and Snarp looked quite worried when Dumbledore gave everyone the run-down, even McGoogle was eyeing Siriussy strangely, but Jame was so excited for Siriussy.
“Wowie, you were so brave, going against Roman like that!” Jame grinned at Siriussy and leaned in real close, taking Siriussy’s face into his hands and smashing his lips against Siriussy’s—
Yeah, no, that didn’t actually happen, but Siriussy dreamed it did!
Dinner that night had been relatively normal, albeit, quite stifling and tense, everyone worried that they’d be next. Well, everyone except for Siriussy, of course. He was already guaranteed one of the two positions. And Jame didn’t look too worried himself, but that was likely because he fancied himself a teen death and didn’t think it mattered, at least why would it, if he was already dead.
When Siriussy was walking back to his dorm all alone, he found himself face to face with Jame, rather than an empty corridor. It wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary, Jame was his neighbour after all, but this time, Jame was awfully close…
“Siriussy,” Jame breathed, taking a step forward into Siriussy’s space, triggering Siriussy’s to step back himself, bumping into his door. All of a sudden he felt quite trapped.
“Erm, yes?” Siriussy chuckled, all too aware of how close Jame was, practically pinning him against his door. While Siriussy had dreamed of this, it felt so out of the blue and a little condescending.
“What you did to Roman?” Jame breathed, his breath smelled like mint, as if he’d just brushed his teeth. Siriussy began to internally panic. He would never get to taste that mint if Jame was preparing to beat him to a pulp. “I thought it was very baller. You’re very anarchist.”
Siriussy barely suppressed a gasp. He didn’t expect Jame to say those things, let alone in that voice. He sounded like a soothing lawn mower.
“Thank you,” Siriussy breathed, Jame now impossibly close for someone who wasn’t inside him already.
“Can I…?” Jame trailed off, but Siriussy instantly knew what he was going to ask, so he nodded quickly and closed his eyes.
But instead of kissing him like a normal fucking person, Jame reached for the door knob and swung open Siriussy’s door, causing Siriussy to crash to the floor, having been leaning on that fucking surface.
“Buggering fuck,” Siriussy exclaimed, blinking up at Jame from his carpeted floor.
“Sorry, thought you knew what I was going to do,” Jame laughed, reaching out a hand to help Siriussy to his feet. “Anyway, we needed a private place so…” Jame shrugged, glancing around the dorm suspiciously, as if Siriussy had hidden cameras somewhere.
Siriussy couldn’t believe his luck! He hadn’t even needed to flirt with Jame or anything and here Jame was, in his dorm room, going on about how they needed a private place to chat . Yeah, yeah, Jame, you don’t need a cover.
“D’you mind if we sit?” Jame gestured to Siriussy’s bed. Siriussy nodded, biting back a ridiculous grin because wasn’t this exactly how every one of his dreams went? Great Sigmas, what were the odds?
“So, I’ve been thinking, y’know since you proved your trustworthiness on our drug trade and after what you did to Roman to secure your spot as a Sigma—” Jame began, but Siriussy couldn’t take it anymore.
“Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, Jame!” Siriussy exclaimed, grinning, but Jame looked utterly lost.
“Huh?” Jame shook his head slightly. “Er, I was going to try and recruit you for the resistance, but okay?”
“Wait what?”
“I’ll be your boyfriend?” Jame chuckled, eyebrow cocked in confusion.
“I meant the resistance part, but you will?” Siriussy couldn’t decide which part of this conversation he should be focusing on. For one, Jame hadn’t been trying to hook up, but induct him into some resistance, but then again, Siriussy had some accidental rizz and now Jame would date him? You know? That’s honestly not too bad.
“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t know you felt that way too,” Jame said, looking down at his hands, smiling down at them. He quickly looked up, clearing his throat seriously. “And, uhm, the resistance thing, so,” Jame took a deep breath, “basically, the Omegas have uncovered some… interesting information on how our society was built. The Sigmas, while powerful and strong, have only been bred to be so, suppressing every other faction so they can be in-charge without question.
“The Omegas learned this early in their discrimination, but since they were seen as sub-human, no one cared to listen, following the Sigmas blindly. But recently, we’ve managed to sway the newer generations, building our ranks and amassing over one hundred members, which is not enough to stage a coup, but still more than expected. About sixty of the members are Omegas, obviously, but we have around thirty Beta members, and surprisingly, ten Alpha members. Now, we have me of course, but you’re the most promising candidate at this school and a full-blown council member? You’d be invaluable.
“I need someone to help lead the resistance and supply the information, even after I eventually die, due to my Sigmadrome. So, what do you say, Love ?” Jame smiled with the pet name even though he’d practically just proposed suicide to Siriussy.
The problem was, Siriussy was not completely against joining. In fact, he wanted to.
“What do I have to do?”
“Well, there’s a meeting next weekend, so you’ll come with me to that and we’ll discuss.” Jame looked at Siriussy with so much hope and Siriussy knew Jame would be the death of him, but he couldn’t find any part of him that would hesitate to do anything for this boy.
“I’m in.”