021. Masks
Title: 021. Masks
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 1,216 words
( My Prompt Table )
021. MASKS
“You’ll fall in love with him one day,” said Remus.
“I don’t want to. You’re just as bad as they are.”
“I know, but I’m really good at not getting caught. Who are you supposed to be anyway?”
“Aphrodite. What about you, dressed all in black?”
“Sirius has a mask for me. I’m supposed to be Zorro. Don’t laugh.”
Lily smiled. “I wouldn’t dare. So you think one day I’ll love him?”
“You’ve been dating for a couple months; I’m surprised he hasn’t won you over with his charm.”
“What charm?”
“Yeah, I see your point.”
“I wish you had someone, Remus, you’re so amazing.”
“Oh, he’s got someone,” said Sirius, walking down the stairs into the common room. “It’s a secret.”
“Why?”
“I think he’s embarrassed. He gets all squirmy whenever we try to make him talk about it. You should see the lovebite he’s got on his arse.”
“You’ve a lovebite on your arse?”
Remus sighed. “Sirius? Could I see you in private for a moment?”
“Your mask’s upstairs. I had to charm eyeholes in it. It’s ace.”
Remus gave Lily an apologetic smile and went with Sirius back up the stairs. Sirius kicked James and Peter out, telling them to go ahead and get the Gryffindor Halloween Party underway.
“I could kill you for saying that to Lily.”
“Why? Where’s that bloody - oh, here. Try it on.”
“Remind me again why I’m Zorro?”
“The whip.”
“Oh, god.”
“It turns me on.”
“Everything turns you on - cheese could turn you on.”
Sirius smiled lazily. “Remember last month when you got a bit rough? James put me in a bad mood just now - talking about bloody Lily every fucking minute. He’s lost to us now. So I need something rough. Push the anger out of me, Moony.”
“You want to use me.”
“Cor, I do not. You usually turn my anger into something else.”
“What, then?”
“I don’t know. Love or some rot. Please? Be rough.”
“Remind me why you’re never rough with me?”
Sirius pounced, pinning Remus against the closed door. “I can be,” he said, biting his neck, “if you want.” He took the mask and tied it around Remus’ eyes, but the eyeholes were in the back and Remus couldn’t see.
Remus felt hands on his chest, undoing the buttons of his black shirt. Then his shirt was pushed from his shoulders; he could almost hear it hit the floor. His shoes and socks went next, then his trousers. He was very aware that he was starkers and couldn’t see anything. Sirius’ warm fingers ran across his chest. The calloused pads of his forefingers rubbed his nipples hard. Warm breath spread over his stomach and down towards his groin.
Then, there was lips. Big, boy lips near his naval, on his thigh. Lips kissing his pubic hair. He rotated his hips, wanting those lips on his growing erection.
“You want it?” said Sirius. “I don’t think you earned it. Don’t move.”
Remus squirmed. “Ouch!”
Sirius slapped his bum.
“Did you just-?”
“Don’t talk, either.”
Oh, god, thought Remus. Somehow, he grew even harder.
Then, Sirius was gone. Remus tried to reach out with his other senses, but he didn’t feel Sirius anywhere.
“Nuuagh,” he stammered as Sirius pushed him from behind.
“Don’t fall over,” laughed Sirius. “Put your hands here.”
Remus reached out and grasped the back of a chair.
“Stand up. Lean over. Don’t fucking move.”
Remus couldn’t help but laugh. It earned another slap from Sirius. Then there were slick fingers between his butt cheeks; Remus pushed back into the touch.
“I said” - slap - “don’t” - slap - “move.”
“Shit,” said Remus, taking off the mask. He turned around and looked at Sirius. They were both naked and both very hard. “I know why I’m the rough one,” he said and pushed Sirius backwards onto one of the empty beds.
Remus straddled Sirius, his knees on either side of his hips, their erections pressed together. He leaned down and bit Sirius’ collarbone as his hand went underneath him. His mouth went to his shoulders and his arms, biting his way across Sirius’ body. With three fingers, Remus pushed inside Sirius, hard - as far in as his fingers would go.
“Fuck,” gasped Sirius.
Remus scooted down on the bed and bit Sirius’ hipbone. He noticed droplets of pre-cum on Sirius’ cock. He licked them away. Sitting up, he removed his fingers from Sirius. He flipped the other boy over onto his stomach and pulled him up so that he was on all fours.
Then he retaliated. He slapped Sirius right across the bum, leaving a red handprint behind. The skin turned white, then red, and began to rise up. It made Remus slightly sick, but the pleasured moans from Sirius let him know that the slaps weren’t going unappreciated. Remus’ sickness turned to arousal, realizing that he was turning Sirius on. He slid inside, draping himself over Sirius’ back, his teeth biting into his skin.
His hand took Sirius’ cock and stroked him. Sirius wiggled his butt and Remus wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure or if it was because his red-slapped skin was rubbing against Remus uncomfortably. Whatever the reason, it didn’t stop Remus from thrusting into Sirius as hard as he could.
Sirius came all over Remus’ hands. Five thrusts later, Remus came as well. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Sirius’ arms went around him.
“I know you’d only be rough with me,” he said. “I don’t think you like it.”
“It’s fine,” reassured Remus. He was breathing hard, completely taken aback at how intense his orgasm was.
“Next time . . . you choose what we do. But make it kinky.”
“Are you still angry?”
“No. I didn’t have time to be angry.”
“You’re really into that . . . pain stuff.”
“No, no, nothing weird.”
“Is it because it makes you feel?”
Sirius sniggered. “Psychoanalyzing me, are you?”
“That’s a big word - you’ve been reading James’ Muggle Studies book, haven’t you?”
“It does make me feel and when your parents hate you and don’t love you, you take feelings where you can get them. But I feel all the time when I’m around you. I ran away to James’, but I almost died. I was fucking depressed or something, I don’t know exactly. But Christ, Moony, you don’t realize . . . that first kiss. . . .”
“What about it?”
“You fucking resurrected me. You’re my life.”
Remus didn’t know what to say. Instead he leaned over and kissed Sirius’ mouth, marveling at how two seventeen-year-old boys could possibly feel this intensely about one another.
After cleaning themselves up, they went back to the common room. Sirius was going to go as a Roman, a white sheet wrapped around his middle. Remus didn’t notice until they were surrounded by Gryffindors all the marks on Sirius’ skin. They littered his chest, stomach, and arms. There was one on his neck. All red and crescent-shaped.
“What happened?” asked James. Then, a quick, “Never mind.”
“What’re you supposed to be?” asked Peter with a tilt of his head.
Sirius took the butterbeer James offered him. “A chew-toy.”
James paled and Peter scrunched up his nose. Lily seemed oblivious as she whispered into Remus ear: “I fell.”
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17
Type: smutlet, one-shot, 1,216 words
( My Prompt Table )
021. MASKS
“You’ll fall in love with him one day,” said Remus.
“I don’t want to. You’re just as bad as they are.”
“I know, but I’m really good at not getting caught. Who are you supposed to be anyway?”
“Aphrodite. What about you, dressed all in black?”
“Sirius has a mask for me. I’m supposed to be Zorro. Don’t laugh.”
Lily smiled. “I wouldn’t dare. So you think one day I’ll love him?”
“You’ve been dating for a couple months; I’m surprised he hasn’t won you over with his charm.”
“What charm?”
“Yeah, I see your point.”
“I wish you had someone, Remus, you’re so amazing.”
“Oh, he’s got someone,” said Sirius, walking down the stairs into the common room. “It’s a secret.”
“Why?”
“I think he’s embarrassed. He gets all squirmy whenever we try to make him talk about it. You should see the lovebite he’s got on his arse.”
“You’ve a lovebite on your arse?”
Remus sighed. “Sirius? Could I see you in private for a moment?”
“Your mask’s upstairs. I had to charm eyeholes in it. It’s ace.”
Remus gave Lily an apologetic smile and went with Sirius back up the stairs. Sirius kicked James and Peter out, telling them to go ahead and get the Gryffindor Halloween Party underway.
“I could kill you for saying that to Lily.”
“Why? Where’s that bloody - oh, here. Try it on.”
“Remind me again why I’m Zorro?”
“The whip.”
“Oh, god.”
“It turns me on.”
“Everything turns you on - cheese could turn you on.”
Sirius smiled lazily. “Remember last month when you got a bit rough? James put me in a bad mood just now - talking about bloody Lily every fucking minute. He’s lost to us now. So I need something rough. Push the anger out of me, Moony.”
“You want to use me.”
“Cor, I do not. You usually turn my anger into something else.”
“What, then?”
“I don’t know. Love or some rot. Please? Be rough.”
“Remind me why you’re never rough with me?”
Sirius pounced, pinning Remus against the closed door. “I can be,” he said, biting his neck, “if you want.” He took the mask and tied it around Remus’ eyes, but the eyeholes were in the back and Remus couldn’t see.
Remus felt hands on his chest, undoing the buttons of his black shirt. Then his shirt was pushed from his shoulders; he could almost hear it hit the floor. His shoes and socks went next, then his trousers. He was very aware that he was starkers and couldn’t see anything. Sirius’ warm fingers ran across his chest. The calloused pads of his forefingers rubbed his nipples hard. Warm breath spread over his stomach and down towards his groin.
Then, there was lips. Big, boy lips near his naval, on his thigh. Lips kissing his pubic hair. He rotated his hips, wanting those lips on his growing erection.
“You want it?” said Sirius. “I don’t think you earned it. Don’t move.”
Remus squirmed. “Ouch!”
Sirius slapped his bum.
“Did you just-?”
“Don’t talk, either.”
Oh, god, thought Remus. Somehow, he grew even harder.
Then, Sirius was gone. Remus tried to reach out with his other senses, but he didn’t feel Sirius anywhere.
“Nuuagh,” he stammered as Sirius pushed him from behind.
“Don’t fall over,” laughed Sirius. “Put your hands here.”
Remus reached out and grasped the back of a chair.
“Stand up. Lean over. Don’t fucking move.”
Remus couldn’t help but laugh. It earned another slap from Sirius. Then there were slick fingers between his butt cheeks; Remus pushed back into the touch.
“I said” - slap - “don’t” - slap - “move.”
“Shit,” said Remus, taking off the mask. He turned around and looked at Sirius. They were both naked and both very hard. “I know why I’m the rough one,” he said and pushed Sirius backwards onto one of the empty beds.
Remus straddled Sirius, his knees on either side of his hips, their erections pressed together. He leaned down and bit Sirius’ collarbone as his hand went underneath him. His mouth went to his shoulders and his arms, biting his way across Sirius’ body. With three fingers, Remus pushed inside Sirius, hard - as far in as his fingers would go.
“Fuck,” gasped Sirius.
Remus scooted down on the bed and bit Sirius’ hipbone. He noticed droplets of pre-cum on Sirius’ cock. He licked them away. Sitting up, he removed his fingers from Sirius. He flipped the other boy over onto his stomach and pulled him up so that he was on all fours.
Then he retaliated. He slapped Sirius right across the bum, leaving a red handprint behind. The skin turned white, then red, and began to rise up. It made Remus slightly sick, but the pleasured moans from Sirius let him know that the slaps weren’t going unappreciated. Remus’ sickness turned to arousal, realizing that he was turning Sirius on. He slid inside, draping himself over Sirius’ back, his teeth biting into his skin.
His hand took Sirius’ cock and stroked him. Sirius wiggled his butt and Remus wasn’t sure if it was in pleasure or if it was because his red-slapped skin was rubbing against Remus uncomfortably. Whatever the reason, it didn’t stop Remus from thrusting into Sirius as hard as he could.
Sirius came all over Remus’ hands. Five thrusts later, Remus came as well. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed. Sirius’ arms went around him.
“I know you’d only be rough with me,” he said. “I don’t think you like it.”
“It’s fine,” reassured Remus. He was breathing hard, completely taken aback at how intense his orgasm was.
“Next time . . . you choose what we do. But make it kinky.”
“Are you still angry?”
“No. I didn’t have time to be angry.”
“You’re really into that . . . pain stuff.”
“No, no, nothing weird.”
“Is it because it makes you feel?”
Sirius sniggered. “Psychoanalyzing me, are you?”
“That’s a big word - you’ve been reading James’ Muggle Studies book, haven’t you?”
“It does make me feel and when your parents hate you and don’t love you, you take feelings where you can get them. But I feel all the time when I’m around you. I ran away to James’, but I almost died. I was fucking depressed or something, I don’t know exactly. But Christ, Moony, you don’t realize . . . that first kiss. . . .”
“What about it?”
“You fucking resurrected me. You’re my life.”
Remus didn’t know what to say. Instead he leaned over and kissed Sirius’ mouth, marveling at how two seventeen-year-old boys could possibly feel this intensely about one another.
After cleaning themselves up, they went back to the common room. Sirius was going to go as a Roman, a white sheet wrapped around his middle. Remus didn’t notice until they were surrounded by Gryffindors all the marks on Sirius’ skin. They littered his chest, stomach, and arms. There was one on his neck. All red and crescent-shaped.
“What happened?” asked James. Then, a quick, “Never mind.”
“What’re you supposed to be?” asked Peter with a tilt of his head.
Sirius took the butterbeer James offered him. “A chew-toy.”
James paled and Peter scrunched up his nose. Lily seemed oblivious as she whispered into Remus ear: “I fell.”
As always, links to all my fics (divided up by pairings) can be found here: Click Me