Remus/Sirius Kink Meme
As promised in this post (which no one read, lol) I am opening this journal up to an anonymous kink meme. This has nothing to do with my birthday, it just happens to be the most convenient weekend for me for awhile. So, this kink meme will run from now until 10pm January 17th, at which I will turn IP logging back on.
EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme ( Read more... )
EDIT: Okay, so, this kink meme ( Read more... )
--
"Come on, Remus. Whatever the winner says, remember?"
"But Slughorn knows our handwriting. I don't care how much he wants you in the Slug Club, cheating on essays like this is grounds for expulsion!"
"It won't come to that," Sirius dismissed, waving off Remus's concerns. Remus only frowned further; he hadn't made it through over six years at Hogwarts only to fail over a stupid bet. Sirius had taken full advantage of the wager all week, at times treating Remus like a hazed first year, sending him back to the dorm for quills and inks that Sirius had forgotten on purpose, asking him to dish up Sirius's plate at meals and feed him bite by bite, demanding back rubs before bed--Remus was quite frankly fed up.
(And yet, it could have been much worse. The majority of Remus's humiliation was kept for when they were in the company of only James and Peter, not everybody else in their classes. None of the other students of Hogwarts knew that Remus was effectively Sirius's slave for as long as Sirius felt like. They just knew that Sirius was being silly at mealtimes, and Remus was, for whatever reasons, humouring him.)
This, however, was pushing a line Remus refused to cross. Really, hadn't things gone on long enough? A week was standard turnaround time for their pranks, and Remus was more than ready to be done with these shenanigans.
"Fine," Sirius sighed, exaggeratedly exasperated. "We'll do things the boring Remus Lupin way. But you owe me."
Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his homework. Sirius gave another fake sigh and leaned against him, but he wasn't rolling all over the parchment or trapping either of Remus's arms, so Remus continued writing his essay while Sirius rested his chin on the werewolf's shoulder.
"Boring Fussy McWhinesalot Remus Lupin." Remus had no troubles tuning out Sirius's heckling, not after six years. One of Sirius's hands was playing with Remus's hair, however, and that did make concentrating on the properties of Ashwinder eggs a bit difficult. But it felt too nice for Remus to ask for Sirius to stop. It was, Remus thought, only fair, after all those back rubs he'd given Sirius the past week, for him to get a little something in return... and it really did feel quite nice....
It was a good thing his quill had already fallen from his loose fingers when he felt Sirius's tongue on his earlobe. He jumped, but Sirius had one arm wrapped around his chest (when had that gotten there!?), and he held Remus where he was, sitting on the edge of Sirius's bed in the dorm.
"What are you doing?" Remus demanded, embarrassed at the breathless tone he could hear in his voice. He twisted his head away, and Sirius relented, resting his chin again on Remus's shoulder.
"Whatever I want, remember?" the animagus murmured. He tugged Remus closer, so they were back-to-chest, with the arm wrapped around Remus's torso. "What are you fussing about?" He rested his lips on Remus's neck, just above his shirt collar.
Remus's heart was beating too quickly, his breaths coming fast and shallow and loud, much as he tried to quiet and calm himself. "And why do you want to... to lick m-me?" Stuttered and punctuated by gasps as the question was, Remus was still glad he was capable of coherent speech. Sirius's lips and tongue were just light, teasing touches on his neck, wet warmth followed by cold air when Sirius moved to a different patch of skin. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Remus wanted it to stop; it felt too good, more than was proper, more than a friend should have enjoyed another friend's embrace.
He swallowed back a moan when Sirius's tongue flicked his earlobe again. Oh, god, he could not moan; Sirius would never let him hear the end of it. (Sirius would never touch him again, he thought, and then berated himself for thinking it.)
"Do you not like it?" Sirius asked, now pressing his lips to the line of Remus's jaw in a motion that was, Remus couldn't help but think, very much like a kiss.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Never mind that the silence was as good as an admission anyway, with Sirius's understanding of Remus's habits.
The hand on Remus's chest was moving. Sirius's fingers grazed a nipple on their way to Remus's tie, tugging impatiently to loosen the strip of fabric while Sirius continued kissing and tonguing at Remus's neck. Remus wondered why his own hands were laying unresponsive in his lap, instead of removing Sirius's arm, or doing anything useful at all. Why wasn't he just getting up? Bet or no, this--this was entirely--
Sirius slid his tie off and popped open the buttons of his shirt, sliding a hand under the fabric, cold fingers tweaking a nipple. Remus jerked forward, gasping, and Sirius pulled him back. "Stay still," he ordered.
Remus swallowed and nodded. Sirius shifted behind him, moving to sit with his legs on either side of Remus. Just under the small of his back, Remus could feel what had to be Sirius's erection, warm and hard through his trousers. It only made him feel marginally better about the similar state his own cock was approaching.
As Sirius pulled Remus's shirt entirely off, Remus allowed it, cooperating with freeing his arms from the fabric, and pushing the parchment off his lap and to the side. Now both Sirius's hands were exploring Remus's chest, fingertips trailing down his ribs, rubbing against his hipbones before traveling back up to play with a nipple. Remus refused to make a sound, panting voicelessly and clenching his teeth to fight back the moans and little cries that Sirius's treatment made his body want to produce.
The mouth on his neck was sucking now, more forcefully than the light kisses and licks from before, but still a sensation that had Remus's thoughts all jumbled up and robbed him of control of his voice and limbs alike. He felt teeth and he shivered.
His bare chest felt chilled, in direct contrast to the heat of Sirius's hands on his ribs and chest against his back. Sirius was paying less and less attention to his nipples, fingers straying lower more frequently, sliding under the waistband of his trousers before retreating back upward, and then repeating the foray just that much further, just that much longer. Then one hand strayed down, outside his trousers but coming to settle on his inner thigh, perilously close to his hard cock.
He couldn't help it; he lifted his hips, his body making the demand he would not allow his voice to. Sirius chuckled against his neck and moved his hand obligingly, palming Remus's erection through the fabric.
Reply
--
"I want you to get on your knees, Remus." Sirius's voice was low and quiet, and Remus could feel his lips moving against his jaw as they formed the words.
On his knees--Remus had a pretty clear idea of what that meant, and he did not respond, remaining still even as Sirius's hand continued to move on his cock. His breath hitched as Sirius gave him a squeeze.
"Not going to welch on our bet, are you?"
Remus bit his lip, shaking his head before he could even think about the answer he was giving. But of course he wouldn't back down on the bet... And yet, he was completely certain that if he had been the winner, he would not be demanding that Sirius get on his knees and--and--
"Come on, Remus. Whatever I want, remember?" Remus shivered again, though he was not that cold nor had he felt Sirius's teeth against his skin.
He slid from his seat between Sirius's legs to kneel on the floor, not turning around, so that he faced what was, he was sure, the opposite direction from what Sirius had intended. Now that Sirius's hand was off his cock and his mouth off his neck, logical thought returned in full, terrifying force. What was he doing, letting Sirius have his way like this? A bet was a bet, and you didn't welch on agreements you'd made, but this was not on. A bet between mates shouldn't have spiraled into something that made him feel this small and helpless, made him feel used and less than a person, as though he didn't matter in the face of somebody else's satisfaction.
... So essentially the way he felt around most of the people who knew he was a werewolf, then.
"Remus--"
Sirius's voice was little more than amused, though also petulant and annoyed. There was none of the condescension or disdain that normally would have gone into somebody making Remus feel so low. It was Sirius, after all, who probably didn't see this as anything more than a fun diversion, one more benefit to finally getting one over on Remus.
"I don't want to do this anymore," Remus said, before he could talk himself into excusing Sirius's actions. "This isn't a joke, I don't care about the stupid bet--"
"Remus!" Sirius's hand was on his shoulder, gently, his thumb rubbing soothing circles at the point where Remus's neck and shoulder met, and where Remus often was tense due to writing essays hunched over a desk. Sirius knew the precise spot to turn Remus to putty. The fingers of his other hand were back in Remus's hair, and the effect was immediate. Remus fell silent, slouching forward, eyes fluttering to half-mast. "I thought you liked it. Come on, Remus, after this we'll call it even, this'll be the last thing I'll make you do."
He always does this, Remus thought, well familiar with Sirius's fast-talking and bargaining to get what he wanted. Giving in would just make it harder and harder to draw the line later.
"Yeah." Remus's voice was quiet and hoarse. He swallowed. "Yeah, all right."
When he turned around to face Sirius and looked up, he was greeted with the sight of Sirius's wide, genuine smile--and his erection, hard and dark, standing proudly from his unzipped trousers.
Reply
Reply
"Come on, Moony," coaxed Sirius. His fingers remained loosely tangled in Remus's hair. "Help a mate out."
Then again, he thought, there was little point in delaying. Sooner or later, Sirius was going to convince him, and it was going in his mouth. He steeled himself and leaned forward, his lips meeting the tip of the head. He could hear Sirius gasp, his breaths growing heavier, and Remus opened his mouth, Sirius's cock sliding in.
Sirius, unlike Remus, did not try to hold back any noises. He moaned, loudly, his fingers gripping Remus's hair tightly. Remus opened his mouth wider, realizing--after a sharp tug in his hair--that he had to mind his teeth. It hadn't looked so big, but Remus found his mouth full after just the head. He pushed forward, taking more in, and had to pull back quickly when his throat convulsed in protest. Sirius's cock fell from his lips, and he inhaled deeply.
"Remus," Sirius whined in protest. Remus frowned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and leaned forward once more. This was far more difficult than he'd anticipated--not that he'd thought about being on this end of things before. How did girls manage? He made a note, should he ever wind up with a girlfriend, to never take blow jobs for granted.
This time he started with his tongue, licking the underside of the shaft before he wrapped his lips around the head. The taste was mild, with a slightly salty tang, but for the most part he could ignore it. He pressed forward, surprised by his apparent desire to get as much of Sirius's cock in his mouth as he could manage to without choking. He left one hand on the bed to support himself, while the other came up to wrap around Sirius's erection, loosely measuring how much Remus was unable to take in. Sirius was moaning nonstop, "Remus" and "Moony" thrown in intermittently, which Remus choose to mean he was doing a good job. The sooner he could get Sirius off, the sooner he could retreat to the bathroom and have a wank, and pretend that sucking off his mate hadn't made him harder than he'd ever been.
Reply
"Shit!" Peter cursed. Remus, startled, tried to pull away. He was incensed to find he had to forcibly remove Sirius's hand from his hair before he could stumble backward, trying simultaneously to wipe his mouth, gasp for breath, and hide his own tented trousers. He did not think he was terribly successful on the latter, though he wondered how much it mattered at this point. They'd walked in on him shirtless and going down on Sirius. Was it really so important that they not know Remus was enjoying it?
"Oh, hullo lads," greeted Sirius, lazily smirking and not bothering to tuck himself back into his pants. His cock gleamed with a thick coating of precome mixed with Remus's saliva. "Don't mind us, Remus is just finishing out our wager. Right, Moony?"
Remus felt his face heat up and he frowned, humiliated and angry. "Don't talk about me like I'm some tart," he grumbled, both quieter than he had intended and not what he really wanted to say. Why hadn't Sirius locked the door? Better yet, why did Remus assume Sirius would have such foresight?
And the best question of all, how had Remus allowed things to get to this point?
James looked from Sirius to Remus, and back to Sirius again when Remus looked away. He cleared his throat once, twice. In any other circumstance, Remus would have been happy to make a joke about Prongs being speechless for once. Now, however, he wished James would just come to his senses and say something--anything--to bring the whole debacle to an end.
In fact, it was not James but Peter who jolted them all out of the frozen silence they found themselves in. Finally unable to put up with the tension, he backed up out of the room and left without a word, his rapid footfalls on the stairs echoing after him. James gave Sirius one last look before he followed suit, pulling the door shut loudly behind him.
Remus stared after them, not sure what he'd expected. Later on, he would rationalize that it was logical that Peter would flee, and that James would have trusted him and Sirius to sort things out while James went to get Peter and minimize damage. Later on, he would tell himself that James and Peter hardly even understood what it was they had walked in on.
Right now, however, he felt a distinct pain of abandonment and betrayal.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Something of Remus's anger must have shown in his expression, because Sirius's grin faded and he sat up, reaching out to lay a hand on Remus's shoulder.
"Fine, I won't make you do something you don't like. Moony. C'mere." Remus allowed Sirius to pull him up onto the bed, though he bristled at the comforting tone of his friend's words. It was Sirius's fault they'd gotten caught and he was humiliated like this, what right did the prick have to comfort him? It wasn't as though Sirius had been caught with another bloke's cock in his mouth. "Come on, we'll do something a little different."
Remus went stiff under the light pressure of Sirius's hand on his shoulder. "You said the bet would be off if I--" sucked you off "--did that."
"Well, yeah, but you didn't finish the job." Sirius grinned sheepishly, gesturing to his erection. "You'll like this better anyway."
"Sirius, no." Remus protested, twisting so Sirius's hand fell from his shoulder. "We need to find James and Peter, make sure they don't have the wrong idea--"
"We've got the map," Sirius shrugged, leaning forward and placing his hand on Remus's hip, this time. "We'll find them later. As far as they know, we're looking for them right now; they don't need to know any better."
Remus frowned at the hand on his hip. Sirius's fingers seemed to never sit idle, always rubbing circles and tracing patterns on his skin. It was maddening, the way it sent little jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, which had not stopped pushing against his trousers throughout the whole exchange.
"Come on, Remus. Moony. Would you really leave me like this? You'll like it."
Remus wondered if he would ever learn to stick to his guns and say no to Sirius. The animagus grinned, realizing he'd won, and leaned in close, lips at Remus's ear. "Take your pants off," he whispered, before sucking again at the earlobe.
Misgivings not forgotten, but easily ignored with Sirius's tongue at his ear, Remus shimmied out of his trousers and pants, kicking off his socks and shoes with them. They fell off the side of the bed somewhere, but Remus forgot about his clothing as Sirius's hand was finally--finally!--on his bare cock. He abandoned his earlier decision to remain silent and let out an appreciative moan, hardly noticing Sirius guiding him to his hands and knees. His attention was completely consumed by the long, slow strokes of Sirius's hand, from root to tip, a steady, maddening pace. Somewhere he heard Sirius fumbling one-handed with something, but it was hardly important. Remus rested his forehead on his forearms and thrust into Sirius's hand.
A stray thought that the other shoe was yet to drop flitted through the back of Remus's mind, but he had trouble pursuing the thought further. Sirius had been right, for once; Remus did like this part. Not as though it excused the rest, but it did certainly help toward Sirius eventually earning Remus's forgiveness for the whole ordeal.
Reply
And then Remus felt--something--pressing against his asshole, slick and hot and pushing its way in. "Sirius!" he gasped, clenching the bedsheets. "Stop!" It hurt, forcing him apart, stretching him open slowly and painfully.
Sirius did stop, when what must have been the head of his cock had pushed fully into Remus. He was breathing hard, his hands holding tightly to Remus’s hips. "Shh, Moony. Relax," he soothed, and began to pull out. Remus’s fingers relaxed their death grip on the bedding; he’d told Sirius to stop, flat out, and Sirius was--
--was not pulling out all the way, was pushing back in--
Remus tried to say Sirius’s name again, demand he stop again, but what came out instead was a low, wordless sound. Once more Sirius did not push more than the head past Remus’s tight entrance, and again withdrew partially, only to return. On the third pass Remus felt his muscles strain as Sirius pushed further. They both groaned. Remus didn’t think he could stand much more without breaking. His mouth hung open, his breathing heavy and uncontrollable, and his hips twitched and jerked under Sirius’s hands. As he felt more of Sirius breach him, he could feel something else, new and strange and hot and unbearable, building some indeterminate place inside him, centered in his groin but creeping up his chest and wrapping around his throat all the same. Not like the usual build-up to orgasm when it was just him and his hand, this sensation was different, overwhelming.
Sirius thrust all the way in, fully sheathed, and Remus cried out. Something inside him was responding, something inside him wanted more and faster, pleasure sparking up his spine when Sirius moved. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists and grit his teeth but Sirius’s next thrust tore another moan from him. His hips rocked in response to Sirius, his cock strained with the motion, and he knew it wouldn’t take much more than a touch to set him off.
He wanted it to stop.
He said nothing, moaning and panting as Sirius pounded into him. He didn't want to be ignored again, to say 'stop' only to have Sirius thrust forward again, cock rubbing inside Remus and feeling so strange and alien and good. The pace was nothing like when Sirius had been stroking him. These were rapid, shallow thrusts that he had to brace himself against or risk having his face bashed into the bed frame's headboard.
He wondered if he would be bruised where Sirius's hands gripped his hips. Then again, nobody would see it if he were. He wondered if Sirius had left any marks on his neck.
Sirius came, loudly as he did anything. Remus could feel his come in his asshole, and he bit back a keening whine. He was forced forward as Sirius slumped over on him, his erection trapped between himself and the mattress, Sirius slipping out of him, wet cock sliding along the back of his leg. Their breaths were slowing down, as they settled on the bed. Sirius threw an arm over Remus, and Remus shivered.
Unlike before, the shaking didn't stop this time. Sirius shifted, tugging at the blankets to pull them over Remus. He was still mostly clothed, and Remus thought he might have attributed the trembling to the chill air. He tried to still his body, but wasn't surprised to find himself unsuccessful.
Reply
Behind him, Sirius gave an exaggerated sigh, and Remus felt a shift in the mattress. "C'mon, Remus. What're you..."
He opened his eyes (he wasn't sure when he'd closed them again) and rolled slightly, greeted by the sight of Sirius leaning over him. Sirius's dark, shoulder-length hair curtained his face, but Remus could see the expression of concern regardless. He scowled in response.
"There are tears in your eyes," Sirius stated, quiet and perplexed.
"Are not," Remus denied. He wasn't sure when that had happened, but now that Sirius had pointed it out, he could feel the wetness at his eyelids. He blinked, and just to spite him, a tear slipped free, rolling down over his temple and into his sideburns.
"Why are you..." Sirius's eyes traveled downward, and Remus wanted to curse. His erection still hadn't flagged, his cock still standing tall and hopeful for attention. The blankets were not thick enough to hide the fact. "Moony, you should have said something! I didn't want to leave you hanging." He reached down, presumably to finish wanking Remus off.
"Don't touch me!"
In an instant Remus was standing, naked and trembling, before a wide-eyed Sirius. "Don't... don't touch me," he repeated, at a lower volume, and unclenched his fists.
Too late, Remus's mind cheerfully provided. If only you'd been so adamant before.
Sirius stood as well, expression of wary concern quickly replaced with his customary speedy temper. "Fine! Merlin, you don't need to shout. I wouldn't have done it if I knew you'd be such a whiny little bitch about it!" He did up his trousers with clumsy haste, grabbing his robes and the map as he made his way to the dorm. "I'll go find James and Peter, since you're just going to be a big girl's blouse about everything!"
The door slammed behind him.
Still shaking, Remus retrieved his wand, and collected his clothing and discarded Potions essay. He toyed with the temptation of casting an Incendio on the lot, but knew he couldn't afford buying a new uniform, and there was no way he'd be able to rewrite what he had of the essay in time. He shoved the clothing under his bed, discarded the essay on his bedside table, grabbed his pajamas and made his way to the shower.
Reply
On Remus blaming himself constantly -- this is not in any way meant to suggest that it is Remus's fault for Sirius taking advantage of him! That is 100% Sirius being a terrible asshole and I cannot believe I wrote it. 0_0 It is the tendency of sexual-violence victims to blame themselves for their attacker's actions, however. But Remus does assert himself multiple times, asking Sirius to stop, and is ignored. It's not Remus's fault. This one's all Sirius.
I doubt I will continue this--I am, frankly, stunned that I wrote it at all, nearly 5000 words in 24 hours! This is not something that happens often for me. This is why kink memes are awesome! Fuck yeah!
If somebody else wants to continue it, or request a continuation on the kink meme or something, that's fine by me. Just say that you're a different authornon and we're golden!
Reply
Leave a comment