Remus/Sirius Kink Meme

[ceredwensirius]

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

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Fill: Your Only Bitch [1]

[anonymous]

It was a slow evolution, but a natural one. Remus found himself falling into the habit of asking over little things. When they were all drinking in their dorm, he would stand and ask permission to use the water closet. When he wanted to run to the library, he would ask again. Really, he just wanted to make sure he didn't offend his friends in any way. They were the only friends he'd ever had, after all.

He never noticed when this turned from a small eccentricity to something far more obvious. He had been asking permission for everything for months, never expecting to be denied, when Sirius first said no.

Remus had entered the toilet behind Sirius. As Sirius opened his robes and lined up with the urinal, Remus came behind him and asked, "It's fine if I go now as well, isn't it?"

"No," Sirius answered flatly, looking away as his stream of urine began.

Remus simply stood, mouth open. "Well... when can I?" He wasn't sure what else to ask. He only knew that if Sirius had said no, he wouldn't.

Sirius made him wait only ten minutes, after which Remus stood and-- right in front of James and Peter-- asked once more if Sirius was sure that now was good. Sirius nodded, and Remus ran to the loo.

It had been, inadvertently, a subtle coming out. For a few days, James raised an eyebrow when Remus asked permission of Sirius for something small-- and he did so more now than ever-- but eventually it became another aspect of the Marauders. Sirius, more than anyone, seemed very nonchalant about it.

Remus found that he was pleased with this turn of affairs. He never felt insecure. He never felt that he was doing something at the wrong time or offending others. It became, for him, a kind of security blanket.

He didn't even realize that he was expecting more from Sirius until that fateful evening.

He and Sirius were alone in their dorm room. This didn't seem to happen often anymore, and Remus felt especially aware of Sirius's presence. He was sure Sirius was watching him. When Sirius finally spoke, Remus found that the words didn't surprise him at all. Rather, the excited him. He felt he had been hoping for this all along without even knowing it.

"You're going to let me fuck you in the arse," Sirius said.

The silence after that seemed to resonate in the room. Remus set down his quill and looked across the room at Sirius. Then, the answer slipped from his mouth automatically. "Yes, master."

Sirius grinned. "That's right," he said through his smirk. "I'm your master and you do whatever I tell you to."

Remus tried to hide his own smile, pressing his lips together. "Yes, master."

"Come over here. And lose the trousers."

Remus stood and stripped off his trousers and pants with a methodical coolness. He realized now that they had been sliding towards this inevitable ending for months. Underneath his anticipatory thrill ran a current of relief, of not having to make any moves or decisions of his own. Sirius would run the show, and all Remus had to do was comply.

Sirius set cold hands on either of Remus's hips and guided the more frail boy towards the bed. "Bend over, I want to see your beautiful arsehole," Sirius purred.

Remus got on all fours on the bed, his arse facing Sirius. He spread his legs. His cock was quickly thickening, and his pulse was thundering in his ears.

"You trust me, right?" Sirius asked.

"Of course, master," Remus answered, his voice shaking.