Porn!
Title: Exiled in Paradise
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Length: ~2000
Summary: Sirius is on the run from the law in England and has to hang around on nude beaches in the tropics. What a shame. Set in the summer between PoA and GoF. Masturbation, slash, dirty talk, a wee, wee bit of angst.
Notes: Written for the ppornpetition picture prompt fest, with this lovely picture as the inspiration. Not beta-read. I'm too impatient. Also, I’m still using my old images of what the head-in-the-fire thing looks like, and not the movie’s version. I like mine better, and it’s more suited to my purposes.
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There were, Sirius decided, far worse places to spend an exile.
He turned over, having baked his bare backside long enough, settling back down on the over-large towel. He was a little fuzzy as to the dates of things, but he was relatively certain that it was approximately one year since he’d escaped from Azkaban... and now, he was *here,* staring up at azure skies dotted with a few torn-up cotton ball clouds. What a difference a year makes. Instead of the shreiks of the criminally insane, he heard only parrots and gulls calling to one another. Instead of iron waves breaking on unforgiving rock, the sea here sighed invitingly on fine, crystal-white sand. Instead of the chill of the Dementors, a chill that seemed to have seeped into the very bedrock of that stinking island, Sirius was bathed in that mother’s milk of all life on God’s green earth, the warmth and light of the sun.
And instead of the loneliness of knowing that he’d squandered all the best things that had ever happened to him, Sirius had a glimmer of hope, glimpsed in copper eyes, that at least one treasure still belonged to him.
“Are you *naked*??” came a shocked voice. Sirius sat up with a start, then looked over at his campfire - totally unnecessary except for this one purpose - to see Remus’s head resting comfortably in the flames. He grinned.
“Where’d you get this number?” he asked.
“A little bird told me,” Remus grumbled. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Sirius lounged back on the towel, showing off his tanning body. “Of course, Remus. That’s what one does on secluded beaches. Unless one has more interesting things in mind,” he added with a wink.
Remus rolled his eyes and said, “Honestly, Sirius, you haven’t changed a bit,” but there was no venom to his voice and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. Sirius found himself fascinated with those little signs of age on his wonderful Remus - the lines around his eyes like crinkled paper, the softness around the belly that made Sirius want nothing more than to snuggle into his warmth and never leave.
Meanwhile, his own body had grown skeletal and malnourished in the stinking caverns of Azkaban. He was working on it - lots of fish and fruit, you know. He resisted the urge to cover himself. “C’mon, Remus. You know it’s fun.”
“It’d be a little difficult to do anything truly interesting from here,” he said, and Sirius hoped he wasn’t imagining the regret in his voice.
“Mmm... how unfortunately true,” he said. “But you’re here, in some small way. And that’s all that matters to me.” Willing down his self consciousness, Sirius let one knobble-fingered hand wander down his belly to his cock.
“Sirius... I can’t stay long, you know that.” Remus’s eyes were glued to the wandering hand, and his cheeks were flushed - as far as Sirius could tell through the flames.
“It won’t take long.” And with that, he dispensed with the preamble and slid his foreskin up and down the thickening shaft. Remus loosed an earthy groan.
“Ohh, Sirius... It’s been too long,” he said.
“I know, Remus,” Sirius murmured, scooting his towel closer to the flames. “Believe me, I do.” He banished the melancholy with a grin and a stroke, and spoke in the husky barritone that had always made Remus shiver. “What do you want to do to me? What have you been wanting to do all these years I’ve been away?” Like he’d just gone on holiday.
“Sirius, you know I was never good at-”
“Just tell me, Remus. I want to hear.” One hand carded through his own hair while the other continued its slow, tortourous pumping.
Remus swallowed. “I... I want to...”
“Yes?”
Remus’s eyelids fluttered closed, then opened again. “I want to suck your cock, Sirius. I want to stick my tongue under your skin and run it all around the head.”
Sirius’s breath abandoned him in a shuddering rush. “Ohh, god...” He let the tip of one finger dip under his foreskin and his hips twitched. “Keep talking.”
“And I want to pinch your nipples. Oh god, I do... I want to suck them and...” He stopped, b it his lip.
Sirius’s hand dove from his hair to his nipples, twisting them, rough, how he liked it, how Remus had always done it. “Keep talking, Remus. You’ve already got me so close...”
Remus made a strangely canine whimper. “Are you wet?” he asked.
Sirius’s thumb circled the head, his breath hitching, and came away wet with clear slick. He chuckled. “I am now,” he said.
“I... I want to taste it.” Sirius glanced up - Remus was staring at the thumb, a fierce hunger in his face and a tremor in his voice. Sirius smiled. Remus *was* enjoying this. He hadn’t changed either. Still, he looked adorably nervous when he whispered his next request. “Taste it for me?”
Sirius nodded, his breath catching again, and switched hands so that he could continue stroking while he lavished attention upon his sullied right hand. Eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, he moaned around the salty sea-brine taste on his fingers. “Mmmm,” he hummed, opening his eyes to see Remus watching him intently, lips hanging open Just So. “Ohh, Moony,” he murmured around his fingers. “Wish this was your cock... Want you. Want you.” Sirius’s thighs strained and spread, opening him to the sky, and his heels scrabbled for resistance in the soft sand. Remus gave a whimper, but no further instructions, so Sirius kept talking. “Remus, god, I wish you could be here with me. It’s all... so... warm...” he broke off with a gasp and quickened his pace.
“Bugger,Sirius...” There was a gasp in Remus’s voice that spiked the arousal in Sirius’s belly.
“That’s the general idea.”
“Do that. Fuck, Sirius, do that....” Somewhere in the back of Sirius’s brain, it registered Remus was probably jerking himself off. A mental image popped into his head, of Remus on his elbows and knees with his head in the fire - Sirius didn’t concentrate on that too hard - his trousers down, ass bare to whoever might walk into the room, just a hint of the dark, glorious recesses between the pale cheeks - pumping his cock while watching Sirius and wishing he could fuck him...
“Oh, *god*, Remus... fuck me NOW. Right now.” Sirius slid two saliva-slick fingers just up to the first knuckle into his ass, needing something, *anything.*
Remus gave a keening whine. “Oh, I wish I could, Sirius,” and the need in that voice was palpable. Sirius pushed his fingers further in, and pivoted around so that Remus could see exactly what he was doing. He got sand in his hair and stuck to the sweat on his back and arse, but he didn’t care.
“That’s it,” Remus murmured, seeming not to be aware he was speaking anymore. “That’s it sweetheart, that’s *it*... fuck yourself, j-just like that,” and Sirius shoved his hips down onto his aching hand.
“Need... need more, Remus...” he whined. His other hand pumped furiously - he was totally lost to need. “Need to come.”
“When I say,” Remus growled, and Sirius had to bite his tongue nearly in two not to come from the forceful command in that voice. “Not ‘til I say... I want to come watching you...”
“Then you’d better hurry up!” Sirius squeaked. His hands had minds of their own now - or maybe Remus was controlling them - wringing precome from his cock and pushing relentlessly against his prostate.
“Oh, God, Sirius... you’re close. I can tell. I can almost *smell* you.”
“Yes, yes, Remus, so goddamn close...” Eyes screwed shut, skin and sand chafing tender bits, but he *didn’t care* because it felt *too damned good*. He squeezed harder.
“Tell me how it feels - your ass. God, Sirius, want inside you....” He was close, too, so close, and Sirius knew that if he played this right, he could be allowed his orgasm in moments.
“Ohh, Remus, I’m *sooo* tight - tight and hot, it’s been *soo* long since I had you in me - I’m aching, I *ache* for you -” Remus’s breath was wheezing pants and the truth tumbled from Sirius’s lips “- I can still feel you, Remus... after all these years -” but he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted Remus warm and here and *with* him, fucking him, skin-to-skin and close. “God, I want you. Want you right now, want you inside me...”
“Fuck. Sirius. Fuck, that’s the... hottest thing... you could-dd’vevv...” Remus’s Vs elongated as he fought a losing battle against his orgasm. Through the haze, Sirius thought he heard Remus’s hand slapping on the floor near the mantle. “Come... come for me, Sirius... please...”
That was all it took. Sirius’s hand sped up on his cock, wringing himself raw. His orgasm overtook him like a white-hot flare and it *hurt*, wrung him dry, every muscle in his body tense and squirming. His fingers were suddenly caught in a vice-like grip as Sirius clamped down on the unbeleivable pressure inside him - not enough, not enough, not enough, but so damned good in the interim.
And then it was over. The warm breeze on his over-heated, over-sensitive skin sent shivers through Sirius’s body, and he listened with joy swelling in his breast to the groans as Remus’s own orgasm overtook him. He allowed his ego to be stroked - each groan eventually turned into growls of “Sirius... Sirius....”
Sated and content, Sirius shifted back onto the towel. “Still worried about me being naked?” he asked the still-panting Remus.
He gave a breathy laugh and shook his head. “Though I’ll be in big trouble of anyone walks in on me with my pants down.”
“Is that very likely?” Sirius asked, feeling a spike of possessiveness at the thought of anyone else seeing Remus the way he was now - debauched, sweaty, glassy-eyed and perfect, the way only Sirius should ever have seen him. Nevermind his own exhibitionist tendancies.
But Remus was smiling sweetly. “Only some girl I’m sharing board with, love. No need to fret at all.”
Sirius relaxed. A bit. Enough to sit upright on the towel, hunched and not bothering to clean the come off his chest.
“I still miss you. You know that, right?” he murmured into the flames. He longed to reach out and stroke the fire-blushed cheek.
Remus nodded. “Of course. Soon, Sirius.”
“You could... come visit me...?” he suggested feebly, but voicing the hopeless dream was worse than if he’d let the opportunity slide.
Remus sighed. “You know how much I want that, Sirius. But the ministry will be watching me closer than anyone else - I’d lead them right to you -”
“I know, I know,” Sirius waved a hand as though to rid the air of the whole conversation, and sighed. “I just wish...”
Remus nodded. “I know,” he said, in that tone of voice that always reassured Sirius that yes, he really did.
“I love you.”
The words had not been spoken in over thirteen years - not whispered to cold stone for fear of a Dementor snatching it up and befouling it; not murmured to old pictures in case someone suspected the bitterness of old, half-scarred wounds - and for that their potency had redoubled several times over. Remus gasped, his eyes filling with tears, and Sirius saw him try to push a hand through the flames to him, only to be stopped by some invisible barrier. Remus’s eyes dropped, and Sirius allowed a solitary tear to drop onto the sand.
“I love you too,” he whispered. Sirius smiled sadly.
“You should go,” he murmured, leaning in close to the firelit face. He traced the image before his eyes with fingertips so gentle, they did not stir the air.
Remus sniffed and nodded. “I’ll contact you again,” he said, and Sirius nodded curtly. And then, with no more goodbye than that - they could not bear it - Remus was gone.
Sirius shivered, feeling gooseflesh prick his arms. He looked up, to see that a little white cloud had happily pushed its way in front of the glaring sun. Sirius, in a moment of forsaken dignity, stuck his tongue out at the pert little cloud. “Spoil my fun why don’t you,” he grumbled, and wrapped his towel around himself, beyond ready to be done with sunshine and beaches. For what good were they alone?
-fin
X-posted to remusxsirius, ppornpetition, marauderslash, and my own journal.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Length: ~2000
Summary: Sirius is on the run from the law in England and has to hang around on nude beaches in the tropics. What a shame. Set in the summer between PoA and GoF. Masturbation, slash, dirty talk, a wee, wee bit of angst.
Notes: Written for the ppornpetition picture prompt fest, with this lovely picture as the inspiration. Not beta-read. I'm too impatient. Also, I’m still using my old images of what the head-in-the-fire thing looks like, and not the movie’s version. I like mine better, and it’s more suited to my purposes.
~
There were, Sirius decided, far worse places to spend an exile.
He turned over, having baked his bare backside long enough, settling back down on the over-large towel. He was a little fuzzy as to the dates of things, but he was relatively certain that it was approximately one year since he’d escaped from Azkaban... and now, he was *here,* staring up at azure skies dotted with a few torn-up cotton ball clouds. What a difference a year makes. Instead of the shreiks of the criminally insane, he heard only parrots and gulls calling to one another. Instead of iron waves breaking on unforgiving rock, the sea here sighed invitingly on fine, crystal-white sand. Instead of the chill of the Dementors, a chill that seemed to have seeped into the very bedrock of that stinking island, Sirius was bathed in that mother’s milk of all life on God’s green earth, the warmth and light of the sun.
And instead of the loneliness of knowing that he’d squandered all the best things that had ever happened to him, Sirius had a glimmer of hope, glimpsed in copper eyes, that at least one treasure still belonged to him.
“Are you *naked*??” came a shocked voice. Sirius sat up with a start, then looked over at his campfire - totally unnecessary except for this one purpose - to see Remus’s head resting comfortably in the flames. He grinned.
“Where’d you get this number?” he asked.
“A little bird told me,” Remus grumbled. “You didn’t answer my question.”
Sirius lounged back on the towel, showing off his tanning body. “Of course, Remus. That’s what one does on secluded beaches. Unless one has more interesting things in mind,” he added with a wink.
Remus rolled his eyes and said, “Honestly, Sirius, you haven’t changed a bit,” but there was no venom to his voice and the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. Sirius found himself fascinated with those little signs of age on his wonderful Remus - the lines around his eyes like crinkled paper, the softness around the belly that made Sirius want nothing more than to snuggle into his warmth and never leave.
Meanwhile, his own body had grown skeletal and malnourished in the stinking caverns of Azkaban. He was working on it - lots of fish and fruit, you know. He resisted the urge to cover himself. “C’mon, Remus. You know it’s fun.”
“It’d be a little difficult to do anything truly interesting from here,” he said, and Sirius hoped he wasn’t imagining the regret in his voice.
“Mmm... how unfortunately true,” he said. “But you’re here, in some small way. And that’s all that matters to me.” Willing down his self consciousness, Sirius let one knobble-fingered hand wander down his belly to his cock.
“Sirius... I can’t stay long, you know that.” Remus’s eyes were glued to the wandering hand, and his cheeks were flushed - as far as Sirius could tell through the flames.
“It won’t take long.” And with that, he dispensed with the preamble and slid his foreskin up and down the thickening shaft. Remus loosed an earthy groan.
“Ohh, Sirius... It’s been too long,” he said.
“I know, Remus,” Sirius murmured, scooting his towel closer to the flames. “Believe me, I do.” He banished the melancholy with a grin and a stroke, and spoke in the husky barritone that had always made Remus shiver. “What do you want to do to me? What have you been wanting to do all these years I’ve been away?” Like he’d just gone on holiday.
“Sirius, you know I was never good at-”
“Just tell me, Remus. I want to hear.” One hand carded through his own hair while the other continued its slow, tortourous pumping.
Remus swallowed. “I... I want to...”
“Yes?”
Remus’s eyelids fluttered closed, then opened again. “I want to suck your cock, Sirius. I want to stick my tongue under your skin and run it all around the head.”
Sirius’s breath abandoned him in a shuddering rush. “Ohh, god...” He let the tip of one finger dip under his foreskin and his hips twitched. “Keep talking.”
“And I want to pinch your nipples. Oh god, I do... I want to suck them and...” He stopped, b it his lip.
Sirius’s hand dove from his hair to his nipples, twisting them, rough, how he liked it, how Remus had always done it. “Keep talking, Remus. You’ve already got me so close...”
Remus made a strangely canine whimper. “Are you wet?” he asked.
Sirius’s thumb circled the head, his breath hitching, and came away wet with clear slick. He chuckled. “I am now,” he said.
“I... I want to taste it.” Sirius glanced up - Remus was staring at the thumb, a fierce hunger in his face and a tremor in his voice. Sirius smiled. Remus *was* enjoying this. He hadn’t changed either. Still, he looked adorably nervous when he whispered his next request. “Taste it for me?”
Sirius nodded, his breath catching again, and switched hands so that he could continue stroking while he lavished attention upon his sullied right hand. Eyes closed, cheeks hollowed, he moaned around the salty sea-brine taste on his fingers. “Mmmm,” he hummed, opening his eyes to see Remus watching him intently, lips hanging open Just So. “Ohh, Moony,” he murmured around his fingers. “Wish this was your cock... Want you. Want you.” Sirius’s thighs strained and spread, opening him to the sky, and his heels scrabbled for resistance in the soft sand. Remus gave a whimper, but no further instructions, so Sirius kept talking. “Remus, god, I wish you could be here with me. It’s all... so... warm...” he broke off with a gasp and quickened his pace.
“Bugger,Sirius...” There was a gasp in Remus’s voice that spiked the arousal in Sirius’s belly.
“That’s the general idea.”
“Do that. Fuck, Sirius, do that....” Somewhere in the back of Sirius’s brain, it registered Remus was probably jerking himself off. A mental image popped into his head, of Remus on his elbows and knees with his head in the fire - Sirius didn’t concentrate on that too hard - his trousers down, ass bare to whoever might walk into the room, just a hint of the dark, glorious recesses between the pale cheeks - pumping his cock while watching Sirius and wishing he could fuck him...
“Oh, *god*, Remus... fuck me NOW. Right now.” Sirius slid two saliva-slick fingers just up to the first knuckle into his ass, needing something, *anything.*
Remus gave a keening whine. “Oh, I wish I could, Sirius,” and the need in that voice was palpable. Sirius pushed his fingers further in, and pivoted around so that Remus could see exactly what he was doing. He got sand in his hair and stuck to the sweat on his back and arse, but he didn’t care.
“That’s it,” Remus murmured, seeming not to be aware he was speaking anymore. “That’s it sweetheart, that’s *it*... fuck yourself, j-just like that,” and Sirius shoved his hips down onto his aching hand.
“Need... need more, Remus...” he whined. His other hand pumped furiously - he was totally lost to need. “Need to come.”
“When I say,” Remus growled, and Sirius had to bite his tongue nearly in two not to come from the forceful command in that voice. “Not ‘til I say... I want to come watching you...”
“Then you’d better hurry up!” Sirius squeaked. His hands had minds of their own now - or maybe Remus was controlling them - wringing precome from his cock and pushing relentlessly against his prostate.
“Oh, God, Sirius... you’re close. I can tell. I can almost *smell* you.”
“Yes, yes, Remus, so goddamn close...” Eyes screwed shut, skin and sand chafing tender bits, but he *didn’t care* because it felt *too damned good*. He squeezed harder.
“Tell me how it feels - your ass. God, Sirius, want inside you....” He was close, too, so close, and Sirius knew that if he played this right, he could be allowed his orgasm in moments.
“Ohh, Remus, I’m *sooo* tight - tight and hot, it’s been *soo* long since I had you in me - I’m aching, I *ache* for you -” Remus’s breath was wheezing pants and the truth tumbled from Sirius’s lips “- I can still feel you, Remus... after all these years -” but he didn’t want to think about that. He wanted Remus warm and here and *with* him, fucking him, skin-to-skin and close. “God, I want you. Want you right now, want you inside me...”
“Fuck. Sirius. Fuck, that’s the... hottest thing... you could-dd’vevv...” Remus’s Vs elongated as he fought a losing battle against his orgasm. Through the haze, Sirius thought he heard Remus’s hand slapping on the floor near the mantle. “Come... come for me, Sirius... please...”
That was all it took. Sirius’s hand sped up on his cock, wringing himself raw. His orgasm overtook him like a white-hot flare and it *hurt*, wrung him dry, every muscle in his body tense and squirming. His fingers were suddenly caught in a vice-like grip as Sirius clamped down on the unbeleivable pressure inside him - not enough, not enough, not enough, but so damned good in the interim.
And then it was over. The warm breeze on his over-heated, over-sensitive skin sent shivers through Sirius’s body, and he listened with joy swelling in his breast to the groans as Remus’s own orgasm overtook him. He allowed his ego to be stroked - each groan eventually turned into growls of “Sirius... Sirius....”
Sated and content, Sirius shifted back onto the towel. “Still worried about me being naked?” he asked the still-panting Remus.
He gave a breathy laugh and shook his head. “Though I’ll be in big trouble of anyone walks in on me with my pants down.”
“Is that very likely?” Sirius asked, feeling a spike of possessiveness at the thought of anyone else seeing Remus the way he was now - debauched, sweaty, glassy-eyed and perfect, the way only Sirius should ever have seen him. Nevermind his own exhibitionist tendancies.
But Remus was smiling sweetly. “Only some girl I’m sharing board with, love. No need to fret at all.”
Sirius relaxed. A bit. Enough to sit upright on the towel, hunched and not bothering to clean the come off his chest.
“I still miss you. You know that, right?” he murmured into the flames. He longed to reach out and stroke the fire-blushed cheek.
Remus nodded. “Of course. Soon, Sirius.”
“You could... come visit me...?” he suggested feebly, but voicing the hopeless dream was worse than if he’d let the opportunity slide.
Remus sighed. “You know how much I want that, Sirius. But the ministry will be watching me closer than anyone else - I’d lead them right to you -”
“I know, I know,” Sirius waved a hand as though to rid the air of the whole conversation, and sighed. “I just wish...”
Remus nodded. “I know,” he said, in that tone of voice that always reassured Sirius that yes, he really did.
“I love you.”
The words had not been spoken in over thirteen years - not whispered to cold stone for fear of a Dementor snatching it up and befouling it; not murmured to old pictures in case someone suspected the bitterness of old, half-scarred wounds - and for that their potency had redoubled several times over. Remus gasped, his eyes filling with tears, and Sirius saw him try to push a hand through the flames to him, only to be stopped by some invisible barrier. Remus’s eyes dropped, and Sirius allowed a solitary tear to drop onto the sand.
“I love you too,” he whispered. Sirius smiled sadly.
“You should go,” he murmured, leaning in close to the firelit face. He traced the image before his eyes with fingertips so gentle, they did not stir the air.
Remus sniffed and nodded. “I’ll contact you again,” he said, and Sirius nodded curtly. And then, with no more goodbye than that - they could not bear it - Remus was gone.
Sirius shivered, feeling gooseflesh prick his arms. He looked up, to see that a little white cloud had happily pushed its way in front of the glaring sun. Sirius, in a moment of forsaken dignity, stuck his tongue out at the pert little cloud. “Spoil my fun why don’t you,” he grumbled, and wrapped his towel around himself, beyond ready to be done with sunshine and beaches. For what good were they alone?
-fin
X-posted to remusxsirius, ppornpetition, marauderslash, and my own journal.