Chess, Not Checkers

His desire to topple the blue wolf worked, and the two of them went crashing to the ground. His vision felt like it flipped at the sudden change of height and he blinked, swallowing again the feeling that he needed to barf.

Art wiggled beneath him, laughing and trying to tell him to get off. “Mmmm. comfy bedding” The Warlord said, his voice a slurred laugh. As he pushed himself even flatter across the other boy. Holding him down with his weight and gravity more than anything else. His overly thick coat adding to his weight.

The boy promised not to surrender and Sirius responded to that by grabbing him in a bear hug, his paws reaching either side of Art as he squeezed him into a hug. “t’is is mine” he slurred, pressing his head into Arts back.


"Sirius Fatalis"