Secret Snog: Part 3
Title: Secret Snog
Author: _demonsblade_
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, fluff, humor, angst
Warning: Slash, boy/boy snogging, twisted Secret Santa games, man sex, angst, dominant!Remus, bottom!Remus
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All characters © J.K. Rowling. Trust me...if I owned them, it so wouldn't be a children's series.
Summary: James and Sirius decide to set up a game of Secret Snog for Valentine's Day, and convince Remus into joining. Rule: You must snog the person whose name you pick out of the hat. Who'll get to snog our two favorite canines? MWPP Era.
Teaser:
The pain and pleasure of it all was too much for him to handle-yet he wanted more. Sirius’s head felt as if he had taken one of the Muggle drugs his cousin had given him once. But this high was not the result of some synthetic chemical. This high was Remus-and Sirius was already addicted.
Remus lay on the bed, sweaty and sticky. He could feel the heat from Sirius’s body beside him. Not a word had passed between them after they had collapsed, and Remus liked it that way. He could already feel the bile rising at the back of his throat as his mind replayed what had just transpired.
Sirius was attracted. That much he was sure of.
Like the wolf inside him, Remus could sense the most base of emotions-no, not emotions. Urges. Joy, sorrow, anger, fear, lust. It was a sort of empathy. The feelings he sensed around him somehow tended to seep into his own heart. That was one of the reasons he never liked being around large groups of people. Too much emotion, too many feelings, too much energy. Once, at a Quidditch World Cup he had attended as a child, his empathy had been so overwhelming that he had passed out.
And he had smelled fear on Sirius just then, a fear so overpowering it clung to his clothes like a rancid stench. But there was something even more potent…lust. He had felt it as soon as Sirius had walked in the room, an explosion of want that clouded every other emotion.
Remus closed his eyes, trying to will himself invisible. He didn’t think he could face Sirius after what had happened.
“Remus?” asked a shaky voice.
He kept his eyes closed, repressing the urge to vomit. Maybe if he didn’t answer, Sirius would give up and leave.
“Remus?”
No such luck.
“Moony?”
Remus clenched his teeth, hoping to stop them from shuddering. Unfortunately, the action only made him whimper pitifully at the back of his throat. He blinked back the tears burning his eyes.
Silence, and then-
“Stop ignoring me, dammit!”
Remus steeled himself and turned his head to find Sirius looking at him intently. The pale eyes were unreadable. His ebony hair pooled around him, and his face was still flushed. The musky, erotic scent of sweat and semen hung in the air.
“I’m sorry,” Remus whispered hoarsely. “I never meant for things to go this far.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m as much at fault as you are.”
“No. The w-wolf is antsy around this time.”
“Because of Lupercalia?” Sirius’s eyes were suddenly beset with worry.
“Yes-plus it’s m-mating season.” Remus blushed, tripping over the last words.
Something like understanding dawned on Sirius’s face, shadowed with a trace of-was it disappointment?
“Rem, we really need to talk,” said Sirius, sitting up slowly and choosing to conveniently disregard the dark patch of wetness soaked through the front fabric of his pants.
Remus nodded, mimicking the other boy’s movements so that they were now seated side by side on Sirius’s bed, the blanket and sheets tangled around them. He still refused to make eye contact, choosing instead to trace the folds of the sheets. Sirius’s gaze bore into the side of his head, and it was a moment before either of them spoke.
“Moony, I need to know. What happened?” Remus thought he detected a hint of trepidation in that statement, as if Sirius didn’t want to hear the answer. Then the voice took on a tone on wry sarcasm. “We seem to be losing control a lot lately.”
“It’s-” He cut himself off, realizing the pathetic nature of his excuse-the one he had been using to fool everyone, including himself.
“Is it the wolf?”
He chanced a quick glance at his friend. Sirius was biting his lip, and some unidentifiable emotion flitted across his face. Remus clenched his teeth, knowing his world was going to come crashing down the minute he spoke the word.
“No.”
“Then it was…you?” Sirius asked slowly.
Remus finally looked up into the boy’s eyes, and found himself spellbound. He wanted to look away from the gaze that seemed to drill through his façade and examine his soul closely. He wanted to look away, but found himself simply falling further within those gray depths.
“Yes.”
“But-why?” Sirius’s eyes held pain, so much pain that it physically hurt Remus to look into them. But the eyes also seemed to be clinging desperately to a deep, albeit small, fraction of hope.
“Because I…I…”-Remus’s voice was barely a whisper, and Sirius leant towards him to hear it-“Because I’m in love with you.”
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“I don’t see it anywhere!” James slammed the heavy leather-bound volume closed and proceeded to glare at it.
The library was quite deserted at this time-well, deserted except for the couples that he and Lily kept finding in hidden away the corners doing all sorts of unmentionable things. James and Lily sat at a table near the window, mounds of books piled around them.
Lily sighed and shot him an impatient look over her book. “Well, it’s really your fault for putting such a difficult hex on the parchments.”
“I wasn’t planning on not getting my snog,” he said huffily. James regretted the comment as soon as it left his mouth.
Lily rounded on him. “So you’re saying you would’ve snogged any airhead you got, and then gone right back to trying to woo me?”
“Uh…” He blushed, and muttered, “I was hoping to get your name.”
“And then what? You thought I’d just let you cram your tongue down my throat just because you happened to get my name?”
“I’m sorry, okay?” he snapped.
“Okay,” she said, her voice once again gentle. “I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s not your fault. Well, okay-it is your fault. But I forgive you.” She gave him a tentative smile and went back to perusing the book in front of her.
James took a deep breath and pulled a new book from the pile. They worked in silence for what seemed like hours before Lily let out an exclamation of delight.
“I found it!” She beamed at him and scooted closer so that they could both look at the book she pushed under his nose. “It’s not really a counter-curse, but it’ll cancel out the effects of the hex just the same.”
He let out the breath he had been holding and offered her a grin. “You amaze me, Lily,” he said honestly.
James was surprised to see a faint blush color the girl’s cheeks and her smile widen at the compliment.
Later they left the library side-by-side, talking. James couldn’t believe his luck. He had managed to spend an entire afternoon with Lily without making a fool of himself or getting hexed into next week.
They clambered through the portrait hole to find most of the common room empty. Everyone seemed to be off trying to corner the objects of their affections. James hoped his two friends had managed to sort everything out. He even had an antidote now for Sirius should the boy fail to make any headway with Remus.
“James.”
He spun around at the almost nervous quality of Lily’s voice.
“Thanks for helping me, James.” She looked up into his eyes, a sincere smile gracing her mouth. “You really aren’t so bad. So if you want, well”-she offered him her hand, which he timidly took-“let’s be friends.”
Suddenly she pushed up with her tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to his lips. James watched, dumbfounded, as she pulled back and ran up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Slowly a smile creeped onto his face.
He had gotten his kiss after all.
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“Because I’m in love with you.”
Sirius swallowed audibly, and when he spoke, his voice shook.
“W-what? What did you just say?”
There was a brief flash of emotion in Remus’s amber eyes, but it was gone before Sirius could identify it, leaving Remus looking older than any sixteen-year-old had any right to look.
“I love you, Sirius.”
Sirius’s heart swelled with joy until he thought it was trying to force itself out his mouth. He suddenly, inexplicably, felt like crying. All he wanted was to gather the other boy in his arms, but his body seemed to be frozen to the spot, blithely ignoring his orders. Finally, as the horrible silence stretched out before them, Sirius croaked out a response.
“Remus, I-I never…I was so…oh, fuck it! I love you, too.”
The boy’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You-do?”
“I do,” said Sirius, keeping his voice gentle and patient. “I don’t really know how long I’ve felt this way, but I only realized it halfway through fourth year.”
Remus narrowed his eyes, visibly stiffening. “Are you sure? Are you sure it isn’t just…lust?”
“Lust?” Sirius asked blankly. “What do you mean?”
Remus looked at him pleadingly, his expression one of such distress that Sirius found his lungs constricting of their own accord.
“I could sense it, Sirius. I could smell lust.”
“What?”
“It’s mating season. The wolf is acutely in tune with certain…ah…urges at this time…and, by extension, so am I. I could smell lust on you the second you walked in.”
“What else did you smell?” he asked gently.
Remus seemed startled by the question, as if it was the last thing he expected. “Well, I could smell fear…but the lust was blocking nearly everything else out.”
“I suppose there’s no denying that I felt that way, but what you didn’t smell was the love overshadowing it all.”
“L-love?”
Sirius reached a trembling hand toward Remus’s cheek, and felt him stiffen-then gradually relax-at the contact.
“I love you, Remus.”
“Are-are you sure? It’s not because I’m convenient? I mean-I’m gay, I’m a friend, and I’m right here. Are you sure it’s not because of that? Because I wouldn’t say no?”
“Rem,” Sirius said forcefully, leaning toward the boy so that they were mere inches apart. “I loved you before I even knew you were gay. I’d love you even if you weren’t. Hell, I’d love you even if you were some fifty-year-old hag that smelled like a dumpster…well, okay-that’s a bit much. The point is, I’d love you no matter what. You’re my Moony.”
The smile that Remus gave him melted his knees. There were tears spilling from those golden eyes, and Sirius wiped them away with his thumb. He bent forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss onto Remus’s lips.
Remus gasped, stunned, then responded timidly-not at all like the feral, passionate lover he’d been a few minutes ago.
This was the Remus he knew-not the untamed, hungry wolf, but the quiet, shy, nervous Remus Lupin.
Sirius had never been as happy in all his life as he was at that moment. This was definitely heaven. He would have to thank James later. Right now, his entire world was contained in the supple lips of the boy he loved.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sirius asked for what felt to Remus like the hundredth time that day. All through classes he had been anxiously whispering the question at Remus.
“Yes!” Remus finally snapped back loudly. Unfortunately, they were in the middle of the hallway on their way back to Gryffindor tower for the only free period they had together. Students turned around to stare at Remus’s exclamation. He felt his face flush. “I do if you do, Sirius,” he said softly.
People walked on, giving Remus funny looks. Sirius smirked smugly at them as they passed. Then, abruptly, he took hold of Remus’s wrist and pulled him at a light jog toward the tower, weaving in and out of the crowds. He didn’t stop until they were inside the dormitory, door locked and charmed, curtains drawn.
Remus dropped his book bag at the foot of his bed and turned to face Sirius. In the darkness from the closed curtains, he could see Sirius’s blurred outline, his skin darker and more enticing in the shade.
A pair of strong arms encircled his waist, and Remus was pulled over to his own bed. He dropped gratefully into Sirius’s welcoming warmth, foreheads pressed together.
“Ready, Pads?” he whispered.
He felt Sirius nod against him and pull him so that he was lying on top of him.
“I’m ready if you are.” Sirius suddenly looked anxious. “I don’t want to hurt you, Rem.”
“You won’t.” Remus pressed his face into Sirius’s neck and licked the pulse point there.
Sirius drew in a sharp breath. In one fluid movement, he had flipped them so that he was now the one straddling Remus. Their lips found one another, and Remus was hard put to keep from moaning at the sensations Sirius’s touch was causing in his body. Every place their skin made contact felt like it was on fire. But they didn’t have much time-
“Padfoot,” Remus panted, pulling away from the kiss just enough to talk. “We only have an hour before Transfiguration.”
“Then we should get to work, shouldn’t we?” Sirius asked wickedly.
He kissed Remus again-more urgently this time. Any other time, Remus would have been disgusted at the amount of saliva the kiss produced, but he was too busy basking in its perfection to notice. Sirius’s tongue found its way into Remus and curled around his own, bending in ways he was sure tongues weren’t supposed to bend.
Sirius trailed kisses down his jaw, stopping at his neck to nibble a mark of ownership. Again, Remus would have normally found this appalling, but he was surprised to discover that he didn’t mind belonging to Sirius-it was actually quite an arousing thought.
Something hard touched his chest lightly; he felt a tingling feeling, and suddenly his clothes were gone. Sirius raised his head from where he was licking Remus’s collarbone and smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry…we don’t have much time. Next time, I’ll take hours doing this part.”
Remus groped around for his own wand. After a few seconds of fumbling, his fingers closed around the hard wood. He flicked it once, and Sirius’s clothes vanished, leaving him completely and gloriously naked.
He gasped as Sirius’s mouth closed on his nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Remus moaned and wound his hands in the ebony hair that he had always loved touching. Sirius licked down to his navel while his hands drew soft circles on Remus’s thighs.
Remus wasn’t expecting Sirius to go any lower, so he couldn’t help but groan surprisedly as a hot, wet mouth found his erection. A tongue swirled around the head. Remus struggled to stiffle his cry of pleasure as his body shuddered and thrust. His hands spasmed on the bedclothes, trying to get a firm grip on anything except Sirius’s hair.
He was peaking fast. Thrusting hard and fast into his lover’s mouth, Remus cried Sirius’s name as his body trembled with his climax.
Panting hard, Remus vaguely heard Sirius sputter and cough, something being spit out. And then Sirius’s head swimmed above him, smirking and looking slightly guilty.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” said Sirius.
“Did it taste that bad?”
As an answer, Sirius descended on his mouth, prying his lips apart with his tongue. Remus tasted the salty, metallic tang on Sirius’s tongue as they kissed.
“Ready for the next step?” Sirius asked as they broke apart.
Remus nodded, preparing himself for the pain that he knew would come. Sirius retreated so that he was sitting on the bed and gently pried apart Remus’s legs. Wand firmly gripped in one hand, he looked to Remus for confirmation before whispering the charm.
Suddenly Remus smothered a howl of pain as a sharp, slick, hot sting shot up his back.
“Relax, Rem,” Sirius said, kissing him softly.
Remus blinked the tears away, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Sirius was staring at him fearfully. He smiled, forcing his muscles to relax. The pain slowly ebbed away, leaving a trace of tingling pleasure. He nodded, smiling what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
Sirius looked deeply into his eyes for a minute, then smiled and kissed him. Remus pulled him closer by the neck.
The sudden tensing in Sirius’s muscles was the only warning he got. Sirius pushed gently inside him, and Remus was in pain again. He breathed deeply, again manually loosening his muscles. They kissed-and waited for the pain to recede. At Remus’s nod, Sirius started moving inside him, never breaking the kiss.
Their rocking sped, until Sirius inadvertently hit a spot that made white spots appear in Remus’s eyes and a thrill of pleasure undulate through his body. Sirius broke away and gave him an inquisitive look.
“Do that again,” Remus managed to say.
Sirius smiled and again pressed their lips together. Again and again he angled himself so that he would hit that one spot that made his lover moan into his mouth. Remus shivered underneath him. The warmth, the pressure-it was almost too much to bear.
Remus forced his eyes open-even through the distraction of orgasm-to look at Sirius as he came. Sirius’s eyes held such love and desire that at that moment, Remus felt like the luckiest person in the world. He felt Sirius come inside him, the hot liquid filling him out.
They shuddered and lay limp in each other’s arms, too content to move. Eventually, Sirius mustered up enough energy to withdraw himself from Remus and roll off him. Remus muttered a cleaning spell.
Sirius wrapped his body around Remus so that, if anyone had walked in, all they would have seen is a tangle of limbs.
“That was fun,” Sirius whispered into his ear.
Remus turned his head and pressed their lips together.
“Yes, Padfoot. That was indeed, as you say, fun.”
Author: _demonsblade_
Pairing: Sirius/Remus, James/Lily
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, fluff, humor, angst
Warning: Slash, boy/boy snogging, twisted Secret Santa games, man sex, angst, dominant!Remus, bottom!Remus
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: All characters © J.K. Rowling. Trust me...if I owned them, it so wouldn't be a children's series.
Summary: James and Sirius decide to set up a game of Secret Snog for Valentine's Day, and convince Remus into joining. Rule: You must snog the person whose name you pick out of the hat. Who'll get to snog our two favorite canines? MWPP Era.
Teaser:
The pain and pleasure of it all was too much for him to handle-yet he wanted more. Sirius’s head felt as if he had taken one of the Muggle drugs his cousin had given him once. But this high was not the result of some synthetic chemical. This high was Remus-and Sirius was already addicted.
Remus lay on the bed, sweaty and sticky. He could feel the heat from Sirius’s body beside him. Not a word had passed between them after they had collapsed, and Remus liked it that way. He could already feel the bile rising at the back of his throat as his mind replayed what had just transpired.
Sirius was attracted. That much he was sure of.
Like the wolf inside him, Remus could sense the most base of emotions-no, not emotions. Urges. Joy, sorrow, anger, fear, lust. It was a sort of empathy. The feelings he sensed around him somehow tended to seep into his own heart. That was one of the reasons he never liked being around large groups of people. Too much emotion, too many feelings, too much energy. Once, at a Quidditch World Cup he had attended as a child, his empathy had been so overwhelming that he had passed out.
And he had smelled fear on Sirius just then, a fear so overpowering it clung to his clothes like a rancid stench. But there was something even more potent…lust. He had felt it as soon as Sirius had walked in the room, an explosion of want that clouded every other emotion.
Remus closed his eyes, trying to will himself invisible. He didn’t think he could face Sirius after what had happened.
“Remus?” asked a shaky voice.
He kept his eyes closed, repressing the urge to vomit. Maybe if he didn’t answer, Sirius would give up and leave.
“Remus?”
No such luck.
“Moony?”
Remus clenched his teeth, hoping to stop them from shuddering. Unfortunately, the action only made him whimper pitifully at the back of his throat. He blinked back the tears burning his eyes.
Silence, and then-
“Stop ignoring me, dammit!”
Remus steeled himself and turned his head to find Sirius looking at him intently. The pale eyes were unreadable. His ebony hair pooled around him, and his face was still flushed. The musky, erotic scent of sweat and semen hung in the air.
“I’m sorry,” Remus whispered hoarsely. “I never meant for things to go this far.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m as much at fault as you are.”
“No. The w-wolf is antsy around this time.”
“Because of Lupercalia?” Sirius’s eyes were suddenly beset with worry.
“Yes-plus it’s m-mating season.” Remus blushed, tripping over the last words.
Something like understanding dawned on Sirius’s face, shadowed with a trace of-was it disappointment?
“Rem, we really need to talk,” said Sirius, sitting up slowly and choosing to conveniently disregard the dark patch of wetness soaked through the front fabric of his pants.
Remus nodded, mimicking the other boy’s movements so that they were now seated side by side on Sirius’s bed, the blanket and sheets tangled around them. He still refused to make eye contact, choosing instead to trace the folds of the sheets. Sirius’s gaze bore into the side of his head, and it was a moment before either of them spoke.
“Moony, I need to know. What happened?” Remus thought he detected a hint of trepidation in that statement, as if Sirius didn’t want to hear the answer. Then the voice took on a tone on wry sarcasm. “We seem to be losing control a lot lately.”
“It’s-” He cut himself off, realizing the pathetic nature of his excuse-the one he had been using to fool everyone, including himself.
“Is it the wolf?”
He chanced a quick glance at his friend. Sirius was biting his lip, and some unidentifiable emotion flitted across his face. Remus clenched his teeth, knowing his world was going to come crashing down the minute he spoke the word.
“No.”
“Then it was…you?” Sirius asked slowly.
Remus finally looked up into the boy’s eyes, and found himself spellbound. He wanted to look away from the gaze that seemed to drill through his façade and examine his soul closely. He wanted to look away, but found himself simply falling further within those gray depths.
“Yes.”
“But-why?” Sirius’s eyes held pain, so much pain that it physically hurt Remus to look into them. But the eyes also seemed to be clinging desperately to a deep, albeit small, fraction of hope.
“Because I…I…”-Remus’s voice was barely a whisper, and Sirius leant towards him to hear it-“Because I’m in love with you.”
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“I don’t see it anywhere!” James slammed the heavy leather-bound volume closed and proceeded to glare at it.
The library was quite deserted at this time-well, deserted except for the couples that he and Lily kept finding in hidden away the corners doing all sorts of unmentionable things. James and Lily sat at a table near the window, mounds of books piled around them.
Lily sighed and shot him an impatient look over her book. “Well, it’s really your fault for putting such a difficult hex on the parchments.”
“I wasn’t planning on not getting my snog,” he said huffily. James regretted the comment as soon as it left his mouth.
Lily rounded on him. “So you’re saying you would’ve snogged any airhead you got, and then gone right back to trying to woo me?”
“Uh…” He blushed, and muttered, “I was hoping to get your name.”
“And then what? You thought I’d just let you cram your tongue down my throat just because you happened to get my name?”
“I’m sorry, okay?” he snapped.
“Okay,” she said, her voice once again gentle. “I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s not your fault. Well, okay-it is your fault. But I forgive you.” She gave him a tentative smile and went back to perusing the book in front of her.
James took a deep breath and pulled a new book from the pile. They worked in silence for what seemed like hours before Lily let out an exclamation of delight.
“I found it!” She beamed at him and scooted closer so that they could both look at the book she pushed under his nose. “It’s not really a counter-curse, but it’ll cancel out the effects of the hex just the same.”
He let out the breath he had been holding and offered her a grin. “You amaze me, Lily,” he said honestly.
James was surprised to see a faint blush color the girl’s cheeks and her smile widen at the compliment.
Later they left the library side-by-side, talking. James couldn’t believe his luck. He had managed to spend an entire afternoon with Lily without making a fool of himself or getting hexed into next week.
They clambered through the portrait hole to find most of the common room empty. Everyone seemed to be off trying to corner the objects of their affections. James hoped his two friends had managed to sort everything out. He even had an antidote now for Sirius should the boy fail to make any headway with Remus.
“James.”
He spun around at the almost nervous quality of Lily’s voice.
“Thanks for helping me, James.” She looked up into his eyes, a sincere smile gracing her mouth. “You really aren’t so bad. So if you want, well”-she offered him her hand, which he timidly took-“let’s be friends.”
Suddenly she pushed up with her tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to his lips. James watched, dumbfounded, as she pulled back and ran up the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Slowly a smile creeped onto his face.
He had gotten his kiss after all.
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“Because I’m in love with you.”
Sirius swallowed audibly, and when he spoke, his voice shook.
“W-what? What did you just say?”
There was a brief flash of emotion in Remus’s amber eyes, but it was gone before Sirius could identify it, leaving Remus looking older than any sixteen-year-old had any right to look.
“I love you, Sirius.”
Sirius’s heart swelled with joy until he thought it was trying to force itself out his mouth. He suddenly, inexplicably, felt like crying. All he wanted was to gather the other boy in his arms, but his body seemed to be frozen to the spot, blithely ignoring his orders. Finally, as the horrible silence stretched out before them, Sirius croaked out a response.
“Remus, I-I never…I was so…oh, fuck it! I love you, too.”
The boy’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You-do?”
“I do,” said Sirius, keeping his voice gentle and patient. “I don’t really know how long I’ve felt this way, but I only realized it halfway through fourth year.”
Remus narrowed his eyes, visibly stiffening. “Are you sure? Are you sure it isn’t just…lust?”
“Lust?” Sirius asked blankly. “What do you mean?”
Remus looked at him pleadingly, his expression one of such distress that Sirius found his lungs constricting of their own accord.
“I could sense it, Sirius. I could smell lust.”
“What?”
“It’s mating season. The wolf is acutely in tune with certain…ah…urges at this time…and, by extension, so am I. I could smell lust on you the second you walked in.”
“What else did you smell?” he asked gently.
Remus seemed startled by the question, as if it was the last thing he expected. “Well, I could smell fear…but the lust was blocking nearly everything else out.”
“I suppose there’s no denying that I felt that way, but what you didn’t smell was the love overshadowing it all.”
“L-love?”
Sirius reached a trembling hand toward Remus’s cheek, and felt him stiffen-then gradually relax-at the contact.
“I love you, Remus.”
“Are-are you sure? It’s not because I’m convenient? I mean-I’m gay, I’m a friend, and I’m right here. Are you sure it’s not because of that? Because I wouldn’t say no?”
“Rem,” Sirius said forcefully, leaning toward the boy so that they were mere inches apart. “I loved you before I even knew you were gay. I’d love you even if you weren’t. Hell, I’d love you even if you were some fifty-year-old hag that smelled like a dumpster…well, okay-that’s a bit much. The point is, I’d love you no matter what. You’re my Moony.”
The smile that Remus gave him melted his knees. There were tears spilling from those golden eyes, and Sirius wiped them away with his thumb. He bent forward and pressed a soft, chaste kiss onto Remus’s lips.
Remus gasped, stunned, then responded timidly-not at all like the feral, passionate lover he’d been a few minutes ago.
This was the Remus he knew-not the untamed, hungry wolf, but the quiet, shy, nervous Remus Lupin.
Sirius had never been as happy in all his life as he was at that moment. This was definitely heaven. He would have to thank James later. Right now, his entire world was contained in the supple lips of the boy he loved.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sirius asked for what felt to Remus like the hundredth time that day. All through classes he had been anxiously whispering the question at Remus.
“Yes!” Remus finally snapped back loudly. Unfortunately, they were in the middle of the hallway on their way back to Gryffindor tower for the only free period they had together. Students turned around to stare at Remus’s exclamation. He felt his face flush. “I do if you do, Sirius,” he said softly.
People walked on, giving Remus funny looks. Sirius smirked smugly at them as they passed. Then, abruptly, he took hold of Remus’s wrist and pulled him at a light jog toward the tower, weaving in and out of the crowds. He didn’t stop until they were inside the dormitory, door locked and charmed, curtains drawn.
Remus dropped his book bag at the foot of his bed and turned to face Sirius. In the darkness from the closed curtains, he could see Sirius’s blurred outline, his skin darker and more enticing in the shade.
A pair of strong arms encircled his waist, and Remus was pulled over to his own bed. He dropped gratefully into Sirius’s welcoming warmth, foreheads pressed together.
“Ready, Pads?” he whispered.
He felt Sirius nod against him and pull him so that he was lying on top of him.
“I’m ready if you are.” Sirius suddenly looked anxious. “I don’t want to hurt you, Rem.”
“You won’t.” Remus pressed his face into Sirius’s neck and licked the pulse point there.
Sirius drew in a sharp breath. In one fluid movement, he had flipped them so that he was now the one straddling Remus. Their lips found one another, and Remus was hard put to keep from moaning at the sensations Sirius’s touch was causing in his body. Every place their skin made contact felt like it was on fire. But they didn’t have much time-
“Padfoot,” Remus panted, pulling away from the kiss just enough to talk. “We only have an hour before Transfiguration.”
“Then we should get to work, shouldn’t we?” Sirius asked wickedly.
He kissed Remus again-more urgently this time. Any other time, Remus would have been disgusted at the amount of saliva the kiss produced, but he was too busy basking in its perfection to notice. Sirius’s tongue found its way into Remus and curled around his own, bending in ways he was sure tongues weren’t supposed to bend.
Sirius trailed kisses down his jaw, stopping at his neck to nibble a mark of ownership. Again, Remus would have normally found this appalling, but he was surprised to discover that he didn’t mind belonging to Sirius-it was actually quite an arousing thought.
Something hard touched his chest lightly; he felt a tingling feeling, and suddenly his clothes were gone. Sirius raised his head from where he was licking Remus’s collarbone and smiled sheepishly.
“Sorry…we don’t have much time. Next time, I’ll take hours doing this part.”
Remus groped around for his own wand. After a few seconds of fumbling, his fingers closed around the hard wood. He flicked it once, and Sirius’s clothes vanished, leaving him completely and gloriously naked.
He gasped as Sirius’s mouth closed on his nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. Remus moaned and wound his hands in the ebony hair that he had always loved touching. Sirius licked down to his navel while his hands drew soft circles on Remus’s thighs.
Remus wasn’t expecting Sirius to go any lower, so he couldn’t help but groan surprisedly as a hot, wet mouth found his erection. A tongue swirled around the head. Remus struggled to stiffle his cry of pleasure as his body shuddered and thrust. His hands spasmed on the bedclothes, trying to get a firm grip on anything except Sirius’s hair.
He was peaking fast. Thrusting hard and fast into his lover’s mouth, Remus cried Sirius’s name as his body trembled with his climax.
Panting hard, Remus vaguely heard Sirius sputter and cough, something being spit out. And then Sirius’s head swimmed above him, smirking and looking slightly guilty.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” said Sirius.
“Did it taste that bad?”
As an answer, Sirius descended on his mouth, prying his lips apart with his tongue. Remus tasted the salty, metallic tang on Sirius’s tongue as they kissed.
“Ready for the next step?” Sirius asked as they broke apart.
Remus nodded, preparing himself for the pain that he knew would come. Sirius retreated so that he was sitting on the bed and gently pried apart Remus’s legs. Wand firmly gripped in one hand, he looked to Remus for confirmation before whispering the charm.
Suddenly Remus smothered a howl of pain as a sharp, slick, hot sting shot up his back.
“Relax, Rem,” Sirius said, kissing him softly.
Remus blinked the tears away, biting his lip to keep from crying out. Sirius was staring at him fearfully. He smiled, forcing his muscles to relax. The pain slowly ebbed away, leaving a trace of tingling pleasure. He nodded, smiling what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
Sirius looked deeply into his eyes for a minute, then smiled and kissed him. Remus pulled him closer by the neck.
The sudden tensing in Sirius’s muscles was the only warning he got. Sirius pushed gently inside him, and Remus was in pain again. He breathed deeply, again manually loosening his muscles. They kissed-and waited for the pain to recede. At Remus’s nod, Sirius started moving inside him, never breaking the kiss.
Their rocking sped, until Sirius inadvertently hit a spot that made white spots appear in Remus’s eyes and a thrill of pleasure undulate through his body. Sirius broke away and gave him an inquisitive look.
“Do that again,” Remus managed to say.
Sirius smiled and again pressed their lips together. Again and again he angled himself so that he would hit that one spot that made his lover moan into his mouth. Remus shivered underneath him. The warmth, the pressure-it was almost too much to bear.
Remus forced his eyes open-even through the distraction of orgasm-to look at Sirius as he came. Sirius’s eyes held such love and desire that at that moment, Remus felt like the luckiest person in the world. He felt Sirius come inside him, the hot liquid filling him out.
They shuddered and lay limp in each other’s arms, too content to move. Eventually, Sirius mustered up enough energy to withdraw himself from Remus and roll off him. Remus muttered a cleaning spell.
Sirius wrapped his body around Remus so that, if anyone had walked in, all they would have seen is a tangle of limbs.
“That was fun,” Sirius whispered into his ear.
Remus turned his head and pressed their lips together.
“Yes, Padfoot. That was indeed, as you say, fun.”