Fic: Learning Curves (S/R, NC17)
so yes, now i come to my actual -fic-. this is my first sirius/remus and may be my last. i wrote it in response to the fuh-q-fest challenge before realizing that particular challenge was closed-- to wit, `sirius and remus babysit infant harry', ehehehe. it amuses me (who knows why-- obviously i have issues).
it doesn't aspire to anything, and that's why it was so easy to write. actually letting yourself -say- things takes a lot out of one (in my experience), and just blabbering on like a silly goose is easier than breathing. so basically, i suck, go read aja & ivy >:D<
Disclaimer: JK Rowling would probably cry if she saw this-- I on the other hand, just wince.
Warning: Men and babies and slash. Not necessarily in that order. Graaaaaphic, NC-17 maaaan-lurve, baby. Sorta. Also, lameness. A lot of lameness.
Author's Note: inspired by the S/R Fuh-Q-Fest challenge #69: Sirius and Remus babysit infant Harry. hehehe *pervs*
. . .and yeah, this is my first S/R fic. ph34r me.
- Learning Curves -
The baby screamed.
Sirius winced, a trapped, hunted look in his bright blue eyes. He carried the baby with him, patting Harry's butt cheeks nervously as he paced. Harry didn't let up, puckered face red to the point of being purplish, the screams beginning to echo strangely in Sirius's ears. He looked at Remus imploringly, wordlessly bemoaning his condition.
"He's gotten what he wanted, the little bastard! Just like his father!" Harry wailed even more indignantly at that. "Er-- sorry, Harry," Sirius mumbled, coloring very slightly. "You know I don't mean that. Your father is... is a fine man. A fine man. Above board in every way."
"You've got to come up with better compliments some day, Padfoot," Remus smirked, though his tone was gentle. He was eyeing the baby, ready to step in if complete disaster struck, as it often did.
"-You- seemed to like them well enough. Traitor!" Sirius's eyes were blazing, though mostly with panic.
Remus frowned a little, but couldn't concentrate on it for long because a second later Sirius had already forgotten his casual jibe and returned to expressing his woe.
"The milk was exactly 2 degrees above body temperature, just like the book said. Don't I deserve some mercy?" Sirius cried, eyeing the heavens-- or at the very least, the Potters' ceiling-- with a martyred look.
"For what?" Remus snorted. "Good behavior?"
"This isn't funny, Moony!" Sirius whined, unamused.
"Well, whose fault is it that you'd apparently slept through everything James had ever told you about babies or Harry or not frightening infants with your sad attempts at singing?"
"Hey, I resent that! Don't you have any -constructive- advice?"
"Honestly? I'd suggest running," Remus said, completely deadpan. He was finishing off a Chocolate Frog in quite a leisurely fashion, licking at his fingertips and pausing to suck one into his mouth to get absolutely all the chocolate off his skin every once in a while.
"Moony...," Sirius swallowed harshly, feeling a little disoriented between the baby's mewling and the temptation to make whiny puppy sounds as he watched Remus tease him, "Need you be so blunt? Not to mention hot?" Sirius flushed the tiniest bit around his ears, careful not to glare at the baby or send any bad vibes his way just in case Harry decided it was time for yet another aria. Or sonata. Or whatever it was the little nightmare child thought he was composing.
Remus chuckled.
He wasn't going to actually ask Remus to save him. He wasn't. He was. "Save me," Sirius said piteously.
"I -am- trying to help. By the way, if you hold Harry any tighter he'll just throw up that much harder against your shirt. You know it; I know it. We will neither of us walk away unscathed, but I," and here Remus checked his watch, "have half an hour before it's my turn to take care of the little bundle of joy."
"Bundle of cursed mischief, more like," Sirius muttered as he ran a frantic hand through his hair. It was starting to grow out, reaching past his shoulders. Remus remembered when he'd started the process during their last month at Hogwarts. He had predicted it would drive Sirius mad within a week. He should've known that Sirius was used to being driven mad. He'd clearly needed a baby to actually conquer him.
Remus suppressed a grin. "Well, he -does- have Marauder blood in him."
"Please," Sirius said, hanging his head.
"Shouldn't you have learned better the -last- time they asked us to do this?"
"All right, all right, so he's awful, but he's James's and it's their anniversary... or at least it's the codeword for 'please babysit for us because we haven't shagged in five months'. We are their friends. Their comrades. We cannot fail them, Moony."
"Right, of course." Remus was smiling just a little. "Should I go warm some more milk? Looks like most of it is down your shirt now." Sirius growled and Remus laughed, his hips swinging to some silent rhythm as he padded to the kitchen. No one would suspect Remus Lupin would enjoy baiting his best friends as much as they did. All he waited for was the right moment, of course.
"And bring some hard liquor for me, if you can find it!" Sirius called, the sounds of banging and a small crash announcing his latest attempt to move with the baby still in tow.
"You -could- put Harry down somewhere, or maybe levitate him along with you," Remus smirked. This was quickly exceeding all expectations. He could hear Sirius whimpering in the living room and took his time finding the perfect tea to soothe Padfoot's poor, frazzled nerves. He wasn't -too- cruel: he was fully intending to drop a spoonful or two of James's surreptiously brewed moonshine into the chamomile. If James -had- chamomile, which was doubtful. Lily seemed more like the peppermint type.
"You -know- how he screams when we do that, Remus," Sirius said plaintively. "The little monster knows when I'm more than two feet away and pretends to panic. He's just playing jokes on us, you know he is. This is James's son, Moony! He's got uncanny insider knowledge, I can feel it!"
Remus snorted. "I've almost found your tea, Padfoot," he called in a sweet, soothing tone. "Don't panic!" Of course, that train had left quite a while ago, but there was no need to rub Sirius's nose in it. Too much.
Sirius groaned quite loudly before breaking it off and beginning to croon frantically, making cooing noises and mumbling something like, "It's okay, it's okay baby Harry, scary uncle Sirius is gone, this is the -nice- uncle Sirius.... It's okay, you'll feel much better once I've had my tea... I mean my whisky...." He knew better than to start up the Black family lullaby by now. Then again, it disturbed even him.
The baby cried louder, making Remus's ears ache, wondering whether giving Sirius this responsibility wasn't a gross oversight on James's part. Remus was supposed to have come along mostly just to keep Sirius company and to entertain him and relieve him if necessary, but who was going to entertain -Remus- when Harry was wailing loudly enough to wake the whole village? And James and Lily were both quite strict about the use of charms or spells to control children unless absolutely essential. Someone had filled their heads with all sorts of rubbish about a natural, back-to-basics ubringing with only minimal use of magic. Sounded like some Muggle nonsense Lily read in one of those magazines she insisted on picking up every now and then.
Remus came in carrying the large mug with steam rising from it in his left hand, not a reassuring sight as far as Sirius was concerned. He was carrying the newly warmed bottle in his right, smiling widely. "I put a soporific in the milk, Padfoot. See? I do care."
His lover closed his eyes, feeling a sudden surge of affection for the finicky baby curled up almost quietly in his arms. Harry was drooling against Sirius's belly as he sat as still as he could on the roomy living room sofa, rocking on the balls of his feet in what he hoped was a soothing manner. The baby wasn't asleep by any means, but a tiny, surprisingly strong fist was clutched in his godfather's linen shirt as if his life depended on it. Sirius felt his heart expanding as he stared down at the mostly bald, outsized head of his godson, and began to feel the beginnings of contentment. A soporific, an adorable godson and a clever friend with the benefits on the way-- what more did he need in life? Besides victory and perhaps a teaching job someday, as well as possibly a place of his own. Moony was actually daring to demand rent lately.
"Moony...."
"Yes?" Remus said quietly, settling down next to him and lifting baby Harry gently away. Sirius closed his eyes not to watch Remus be a thousand times better with Harry than he was.
"Do you think...."
Remus didn't say anything, busying himself with feeding the infant, making him gurgle happily without having to resort to cooing, garbled nursery rhymes or desperate rocking motions. He knew when to wait.
Sirius felt stupid already, but he was feeling almost sleepy, as if he'd been the one sipping at the doctored milk and not Harry. "Do you think we'll survive to have one of these?" Sirius's lip curled, hearing himself. "I don't mean -together- of course--"
His companion smirked amiably, rising to put the baby to bed. "Why, you -are- getting morbid in your old age, Padfoot, and you're not even drunk yet. What's worse, it's barely nine o'clock!" But Sirius knew he was smiling.
"I'm serious!" he said, then winced when Remus snorted. Neither of them had changed much. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Moony! Don't you ever want any?"
Remus sighed. "Can't say that I do. It's impossible, anyway, as far as I can tell, if not for one reason then another. If anything, I don't think Lily would be so gracious, and we don't even -know- any other females that well, do we." He flashed a rueful smile, settling beside Sirius once again. "You're just being sentimental and you know it. Isn't Harry enough for all of us?"
"Yes, but... it's just-- I suppose-- I'd always imagined we'd grow old together, you know?" Remus was about to sigh one of those sighs he'd perfected for the times when Sirius was being emotional and perhaps almost soppy. Usually that only happened after five bottles of firewhisky and the wild exhilaration that seemed to come over him for some reason after Remus had another full moon. "Me and James, I mean."
"Oh," Remus breathed, but Sirius wasn't looking at him.
"And then you came along, and-- and everything was different, and not just in the obvious ways like me having to do a hell of a lot more homework suddenly. You're such a wet blanket, Moony, -really-." But Sirius was grinning rather wistfully. "And eventually, James had Lily and I-- well, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
Sirius seemed to wake up suddenly, sitting up and looking at Remus's profile intently. "Eh. What am I on about? We have the whole night to ourselves and only a knocked out baby to keep us company. What say you we adjourn to the bedroom?"
"Sirius! Lily and -James-...." Remus didn't know what to say. He was notoriously hard to scandalize but his friends were all very talented, Sirius especially so, at least when it came to Remus's particular sensibilities.
Sirius laughed loudly, throwing back his head and howling. Only a magically sleeping baby could've withstood the onslaught on their eardrums. "Ha! Got you once again, Moony!" he crowed, thumping his knee.
"You really are five years old, aren't you, Sirius." Remus was holding his mouth still by supreme force of will; it was rather hard to resist the power of Sirius's mirth, especially at such close proximity.
"What about a quickie on the couch, then?" Sirius had his nose buried in the crook of Remus's neck by now, and his deft fingers were dancing lazily over the other's shirt buttons, slipping into button-holes playfully and then slipping out again.
"I must say, you bounce back remarkably quickly for a man who was bemoaning his lack of procreative prowess just moments before," Remus observed.
"Well, you know how it is. I'm young yet. I figure there's time enough for bemoaning my lack of progeny. James was always an over-achiever anyway. Plus there are definite bonuses to this arrangement, no?" He slipped a hand under Remus's shirt, trailing a rough fingertip up his lover's belly. Remus's breath caught in his throat, which in turn made Sirius grin wolfishly against the skin of his bared neck.
"If you-- say so," Remus gasped, squirming closer and moaning quietly as Sirius's tongue began its traditional journey down the side of Remus's neck.
"I do, mon ami," Sirius drawled in a horrible French accent, the same one that made Lily twitch helplessly and walk out of the room every time. "I do-- you."
"You're incorrigible," Remus breathed.
"So are you, lover." Remus was on his knees now, kneeling before Sirius with his mouth hovering millimeters from Sirius's left nipple. Issuing breathy, needy sounds from the back of his throat, Sirius spread his legs as far as they would go, trying to reach out blindly, vainly hoping to snag some part of Remus to pull tighter against him.
Sirius opened one eyelid warily, breathing harshly through his mouth and smiling though it looked more like a somewhat wobbly grimace. "You're learning, Moony."
It was that moment that Remus chose to clamp his teeth over Sirius's pebbled nipple, not really biting, just holding tightly. Sirius hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking off the sofa in a fierce convulsion, his face a rigid mask of sudden searing sensation. Remus relented slightly, his tongue darting out to brush repeatedly at the slight soreness he had himself created, laving and working at it until Sirius was keening continuously, babbling incoherently at random intervals about things Remus never paid too close of attention to at that point.
"No, you are, Padfoot," Remus whispered throatily, fingers busy at the closure of his lover's trousers. Sirius just made another incoherent wailing sound and bucked his hips in mute supplication.
"You win," Sirius gasped, sweat beginning to pool at his collarbones and drip daintily off his chin. At another time, Remus would've been mesmerized.
"No, you do," Remus whispered throatily, letting out a little whine himself as Sirius's dripping cock was released. He licked his lips compulsively, wondering if Sirius still had the presence of mind to tease him if he abandoned all pretense and dove right at his cock, high-pitched needy sounds streaming from his mouth.
Sirius whimpered, clutching Remus's hand to his cock and moaning deliriously, even as his whole body jumped as if Remus's touch was a fire-brand. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, Moony-- ohgod-now-!"
Remus's moan was just as low, just as lost. His fingers curled and tightened around the other's cock automatically, pumping lightly before he realized what he was doing entirely. That's how it always was, with them. The smallest invitation, the first whimper, the initial needy look was all it took, and they were each other's, all games aside. Sirius's eyes were screwed tightly shut and he was already thrashing his head back and forth as if he was in the beginning stages of orgasm, keening almost inaudibly without stopping.
"Just suck me--" he moaned, hand rising to tangle unerringly in Remus's hair. "God, Remus--"
"Ohfuckyes--" Remus muttered incoherently before his head started bobbing faster and faster on Sirius's lap, his lover's cock hitting the back of his throat with enough force to have gagged him if he hadn't been ready for it. Saliva ran copiously past his canines, dribbling down his chin. He was always so careful. It had taken months before he felt confident enough to deep-throat Sirius, to go beyond mouthing the head of his cock with his lips alone, confident enough to know he won't scrape him or catch at the delicate skin of his lover's unusually thick, heavy cock with his incisors. Sirius was likely beyond noticing even that at this point, writhing like someone had cast an Unforgivable at him, screaming something that was vaguely reminiscent of Remus's name. Remus's own cock was trapped painfully in his still done up trousers, pulsing strongly enough to burst when Sirius's did.
He licked a wide, wet trail up Sirius's cock, eyes closed to concentrate on his lover's pungent scent, nostrils flaring and his whole body trembling in ecstasy from that alone. Remus had to grip the edge of the sofa with one hand to keep himself steady even on his knees. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't do this anymore. Sirius wailed, hips bucking ineffectually as Remus's head hung suspended mere inches away from his cruelly neglected cock when he was nearly seconds away from release. Remus couldn't go on; he had to have him now.
"Need you--" he croaked, undoing his trousers with the heavily shaking fingers of his right hand. "Will burst--"
Sirius groaned loudly, his painfully swollen cock twitching heavily at that pronouncement, the already impressive flow of pre-come seeping down its side having increased almost exponentially. He took the belated initiative of throwing himself down on the soft furry rug on the floor, his eyes still closed as he rubbed his bare backside impatiently against the silky carpet, no doubt thinking of his lover's sometime pelt.
"Wait for me, Padfoot," Remus growled, crouching naked over the other man, running the palm of his hand slowly up Sirius's inner thigh. Sirius held his breath, his chest heaving as his legs fell open yet further under that touch.
"Always, Moony," Sirius croaked, most probably not quite conscious of what he was saying or he would've been rather embarrassed to have sunk to those depths of soppiness while theoretically sober. If Remus wasn't in a similarly far gone state, he might've smiled at the thought that sex always did this sort of number on his usually sarcastic best friend. Instead, he just nudged a questing finger up against Sirius's opening, not being able to withstand the urge to rub fitfully against the nearest solid surface to his own crotch, which happened to be Sirius's thigh.
Remus's finger began to move in and out of Sirius after a quick swipe at the other's cock to gather a good amount of pre-come, both their hips pumping shallowly in an already established rhythm. Remus was moaning right along with Sirius by now, his face buried in the other's shoulder when he wasn't nibbling and biting lightly at the flesh of Sirius's chest and forearm. At this rate, they were both going to come within a minute or two mainly from the increasing friction, and neither of them minded. Remus was beginning to completely forget himself now, thrusting long, slender fingers more forcefully inside Sirius, burying one and then two and three to the hilt inside the other's body in a building tempo.
"Fuck!" Sirius screamed, both hands scrambling to wrap furiously tight around his own cock as he writhed against Remus harder still, "Fuck! Aaaaaaargh, Remus-- coming-- God!" He pushed down on Remus's hand, fucking himself frantically as if it was his cock.
His hand pumping even faster inside Sirius, Remus thrust the other one down to grip himself, almost an afterthought, because he was transfixed, dry-mouthed and breathless. He shuddered again and again as he watched Sirius's mouth drop open soundlessly just before his back arched high off the floor and he shattered, convulsing tightly around Remus's fingers, pumping burst after burst of sticky fluid all over them both.
-Yesssss-.... Remus reached to sink his teeth as hard as he could into Sirius's lower lip without breaking skin, a well-ingrained reflex at this point. He knew he was coming violently into his fist, knew Sirius wasn't so sightless with his orgasm anymore that he wasn't watching, knew this was the hardest he'd come in months, maybe as long as he could remember. Already it hardly mattered; even before his torso slumped bonelessly on top of Sirius, the heavy glow had begun to settle on him, warm and safe like sunlight, thick and enfolding like the night.
~~
Lily and James found them cuddled sweetly on the living room rug in each other's arms like the very babe they'd left sleeping so soundly in the adjoining room. It would've been a darling picture of affection and innocence if not for the unmistakeable puddle of dried come smeared liberally on their bellies.
Lily closed her eyes long-sufferingly, though a tiny smile hid itself in the corners of her mouth. "Told you this would happen. Again."
James just smiled and whispered a word to dim the lights, winding an arm around her waist and turning to fetch a blanket for those two lovebirds. It would be a creaky morning, he thought, thinking ruefully of his carefully stowed away liquor.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get the blankets and then we could--"
"Fuck?" Lily said, charmingly frank as ever.
James grinned broadly at his wife, knowing his friends' methods enough to assume Harry wouldn't wake till morning. "Yeah."
~~
it doesn't aspire to anything, and that's why it was so easy to write. actually letting yourself -say- things takes a lot out of one (in my experience), and just blabbering on like a silly goose is easier than breathing. so basically, i suck, go read aja & ivy >:D<
Disclaimer: JK Rowling would probably cry if she saw this-- I on the other hand, just wince.
Warning: Men and babies and slash. Not necessarily in that order. Graaaaaphic, NC-17 maaaan-lurve, baby. Sorta. Also, lameness. A lot of lameness.
Author's Note: inspired by the S/R Fuh-Q-Fest challenge #69: Sirius and Remus babysit infant Harry. hehehe *pervs*
. . .and yeah, this is my first S/R fic. ph34r me.
- Learning Curves -
The baby screamed.
Sirius winced, a trapped, hunted look in his bright blue eyes. He carried the baby with him, patting Harry's butt cheeks nervously as he paced. Harry didn't let up, puckered face red to the point of being purplish, the screams beginning to echo strangely in Sirius's ears. He looked at Remus imploringly, wordlessly bemoaning his condition.
"He's gotten what he wanted, the little bastard! Just like his father!" Harry wailed even more indignantly at that. "Er-- sorry, Harry," Sirius mumbled, coloring very slightly. "You know I don't mean that. Your father is... is a fine man. A fine man. Above board in every way."
"You've got to come up with better compliments some day, Padfoot," Remus smirked, though his tone was gentle. He was eyeing the baby, ready to step in if complete disaster struck, as it often did.
"-You- seemed to like them well enough. Traitor!" Sirius's eyes were blazing, though mostly with panic.
Remus frowned a little, but couldn't concentrate on it for long because a second later Sirius had already forgotten his casual jibe and returned to expressing his woe.
"The milk was exactly 2 degrees above body temperature, just like the book said. Don't I deserve some mercy?" Sirius cried, eyeing the heavens-- or at the very least, the Potters' ceiling-- with a martyred look.
"For what?" Remus snorted. "Good behavior?"
"This isn't funny, Moony!" Sirius whined, unamused.
"Well, whose fault is it that you'd apparently slept through everything James had ever told you about babies or Harry or not frightening infants with your sad attempts at singing?"
"Hey, I resent that! Don't you have any -constructive- advice?"
"Honestly? I'd suggest running," Remus said, completely deadpan. He was finishing off a Chocolate Frog in quite a leisurely fashion, licking at his fingertips and pausing to suck one into his mouth to get absolutely all the chocolate off his skin every once in a while.
"Moony...," Sirius swallowed harshly, feeling a little disoriented between the baby's mewling and the temptation to make whiny puppy sounds as he watched Remus tease him, "Need you be so blunt? Not to mention hot?" Sirius flushed the tiniest bit around his ears, careful not to glare at the baby or send any bad vibes his way just in case Harry decided it was time for yet another aria. Or sonata. Or whatever it was the little nightmare child thought he was composing.
Remus chuckled.
He wasn't going to actually ask Remus to save him. He wasn't. He was. "Save me," Sirius said piteously.
"I -am- trying to help. By the way, if you hold Harry any tighter he'll just throw up that much harder against your shirt. You know it; I know it. We will neither of us walk away unscathed, but I," and here Remus checked his watch, "have half an hour before it's my turn to take care of the little bundle of joy."
"Bundle of cursed mischief, more like," Sirius muttered as he ran a frantic hand through his hair. It was starting to grow out, reaching past his shoulders. Remus remembered when he'd started the process during their last month at Hogwarts. He had predicted it would drive Sirius mad within a week. He should've known that Sirius was used to being driven mad. He'd clearly needed a baby to actually conquer him.
Remus suppressed a grin. "Well, he -does- have Marauder blood in him."
"Please," Sirius said, hanging his head.
"Shouldn't you have learned better the -last- time they asked us to do this?"
"All right, all right, so he's awful, but he's James's and it's their anniversary... or at least it's the codeword for 'please babysit for us because we haven't shagged in five months'. We are their friends. Their comrades. We cannot fail them, Moony."
"Right, of course." Remus was smiling just a little. "Should I go warm some more milk? Looks like most of it is down your shirt now." Sirius growled and Remus laughed, his hips swinging to some silent rhythm as he padded to the kitchen. No one would suspect Remus Lupin would enjoy baiting his best friends as much as they did. All he waited for was the right moment, of course.
"And bring some hard liquor for me, if you can find it!" Sirius called, the sounds of banging and a small crash announcing his latest attempt to move with the baby still in tow.
"You -could- put Harry down somewhere, or maybe levitate him along with you," Remus smirked. This was quickly exceeding all expectations. He could hear Sirius whimpering in the living room and took his time finding the perfect tea to soothe Padfoot's poor, frazzled nerves. He wasn't -too- cruel: he was fully intending to drop a spoonful or two of James's surreptiously brewed moonshine into the chamomile. If James -had- chamomile, which was doubtful. Lily seemed more like the peppermint type.
"You -know- how he screams when we do that, Remus," Sirius said plaintively. "The little monster knows when I'm more than two feet away and pretends to panic. He's just playing jokes on us, you know he is. This is James's son, Moony! He's got uncanny insider knowledge, I can feel it!"
Remus snorted. "I've almost found your tea, Padfoot," he called in a sweet, soothing tone. "Don't panic!" Of course, that train had left quite a while ago, but there was no need to rub Sirius's nose in it. Too much.
Sirius groaned quite loudly before breaking it off and beginning to croon frantically, making cooing noises and mumbling something like, "It's okay, it's okay baby Harry, scary uncle Sirius is gone, this is the -nice- uncle Sirius.... It's okay, you'll feel much better once I've had my tea... I mean my whisky...." He knew better than to start up the Black family lullaby by now. Then again, it disturbed even him.
The baby cried louder, making Remus's ears ache, wondering whether giving Sirius this responsibility wasn't a gross oversight on James's part. Remus was supposed to have come along mostly just to keep Sirius company and to entertain him and relieve him if necessary, but who was going to entertain -Remus- when Harry was wailing loudly enough to wake the whole village? And James and Lily were both quite strict about the use of charms or spells to control children unless absolutely essential. Someone had filled their heads with all sorts of rubbish about a natural, back-to-basics ubringing with only minimal use of magic. Sounded like some Muggle nonsense Lily read in one of those magazines she insisted on picking up every now and then.
Remus came in carrying the large mug with steam rising from it in his left hand, not a reassuring sight as far as Sirius was concerned. He was carrying the newly warmed bottle in his right, smiling widely. "I put a soporific in the milk, Padfoot. See? I do care."
His lover closed his eyes, feeling a sudden surge of affection for the finicky baby curled up almost quietly in his arms. Harry was drooling against Sirius's belly as he sat as still as he could on the roomy living room sofa, rocking on the balls of his feet in what he hoped was a soothing manner. The baby wasn't asleep by any means, but a tiny, surprisingly strong fist was clutched in his godfather's linen shirt as if his life depended on it. Sirius felt his heart expanding as he stared down at the mostly bald, outsized head of his godson, and began to feel the beginnings of contentment. A soporific, an adorable godson and a clever friend with the benefits on the way-- what more did he need in life? Besides victory and perhaps a teaching job someday, as well as possibly a place of his own. Moony was actually daring to demand rent lately.
"Moony...."
"Yes?" Remus said quietly, settling down next to him and lifting baby Harry gently away. Sirius closed his eyes not to watch Remus be a thousand times better with Harry than he was.
"Do you think...."
Remus didn't say anything, busying himself with feeding the infant, making him gurgle happily without having to resort to cooing, garbled nursery rhymes or desperate rocking motions. He knew when to wait.
Sirius felt stupid already, but he was feeling almost sleepy, as if he'd been the one sipping at the doctored milk and not Harry. "Do you think we'll survive to have one of these?" Sirius's lip curled, hearing himself. "I don't mean -together- of course--"
His companion smirked amiably, rising to put the baby to bed. "Why, you -are- getting morbid in your old age, Padfoot, and you're not even drunk yet. What's worse, it's barely nine o'clock!" But Sirius knew he was smiling.
"I'm serious!" he said, then winced when Remus snorted. Neither of them had changed much. "Oh, for Merlin's sake, Moony! Don't you ever want any?"
Remus sighed. "Can't say that I do. It's impossible, anyway, as far as I can tell, if not for one reason then another. If anything, I don't think Lily would be so gracious, and we don't even -know- any other females that well, do we." He flashed a rueful smile, settling beside Sirius once again. "You're just being sentimental and you know it. Isn't Harry enough for all of us?"
"Yes, but... it's just-- I suppose-- I'd always imagined we'd grow old together, you know?" Remus was about to sigh one of those sighs he'd perfected for the times when Sirius was being emotional and perhaps almost soppy. Usually that only happened after five bottles of firewhisky and the wild exhilaration that seemed to come over him for some reason after Remus had another full moon. "Me and James, I mean."
"Oh," Remus breathed, but Sirius wasn't looking at him.
"And then you came along, and-- and everything was different, and not just in the obvious ways like me having to do a hell of a lot more homework suddenly. You're such a wet blanket, Moony, -really-." But Sirius was grinning rather wistfully. "And eventually, James had Lily and I-- well, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
Sirius seemed to wake up suddenly, sitting up and looking at Remus's profile intently. "Eh. What am I on about? We have the whole night to ourselves and only a knocked out baby to keep us company. What say you we adjourn to the bedroom?"
"Sirius! Lily and -James-...." Remus didn't know what to say. He was notoriously hard to scandalize but his friends were all very talented, Sirius especially so, at least when it came to Remus's particular sensibilities.
Sirius laughed loudly, throwing back his head and howling. Only a magically sleeping baby could've withstood the onslaught on their eardrums. "Ha! Got you once again, Moony!" he crowed, thumping his knee.
"You really are five years old, aren't you, Sirius." Remus was holding his mouth still by supreme force of will; it was rather hard to resist the power of Sirius's mirth, especially at such close proximity.
"What about a quickie on the couch, then?" Sirius had his nose buried in the crook of Remus's neck by now, and his deft fingers were dancing lazily over the other's shirt buttons, slipping into button-holes playfully and then slipping out again.
"I must say, you bounce back remarkably quickly for a man who was bemoaning his lack of procreative prowess just moments before," Remus observed.
"Well, you know how it is. I'm young yet. I figure there's time enough for bemoaning my lack of progeny. James was always an over-achiever anyway. Plus there are definite bonuses to this arrangement, no?" He slipped a hand under Remus's shirt, trailing a rough fingertip up his lover's belly. Remus's breath caught in his throat, which in turn made Sirius grin wolfishly against the skin of his bared neck.
"If you-- say so," Remus gasped, squirming closer and moaning quietly as Sirius's tongue began its traditional journey down the side of Remus's neck.
"I do, mon ami," Sirius drawled in a horrible French accent, the same one that made Lily twitch helplessly and walk out of the room every time. "I do-- you."
"You're incorrigible," Remus breathed.
"So are you, lover." Remus was on his knees now, kneeling before Sirius with his mouth hovering millimeters from Sirius's left nipple. Issuing breathy, needy sounds from the back of his throat, Sirius spread his legs as far as they would go, trying to reach out blindly, vainly hoping to snag some part of Remus to pull tighter against him.
Sirius opened one eyelid warily, breathing harshly through his mouth and smiling though it looked more like a somewhat wobbly grimace. "You're learning, Moony."
It was that moment that Remus chose to clamp his teeth over Sirius's pebbled nipple, not really biting, just holding tightly. Sirius hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking off the sofa in a fierce convulsion, his face a rigid mask of sudden searing sensation. Remus relented slightly, his tongue darting out to brush repeatedly at the slight soreness he had himself created, laving and working at it until Sirius was keening continuously, babbling incoherently at random intervals about things Remus never paid too close of attention to at that point.
"No, you are, Padfoot," Remus whispered throatily, fingers busy at the closure of his lover's trousers. Sirius just made another incoherent wailing sound and bucked his hips in mute supplication.
"You win," Sirius gasped, sweat beginning to pool at his collarbones and drip daintily off his chin. At another time, Remus would've been mesmerized.
"No, you do," Remus whispered throatily, letting out a little whine himself as Sirius's dripping cock was released. He licked his lips compulsively, wondering if Sirius still had the presence of mind to tease him if he abandoned all pretense and dove right at his cock, high-pitched needy sounds streaming from his mouth.
Sirius whimpered, clutching Remus's hand to his cock and moaning deliriously, even as his whole body jumped as if Remus's touch was a fire-brand. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me, Moony-- ohgod-now-!"
Remus's moan was just as low, just as lost. His fingers curled and tightened around the other's cock automatically, pumping lightly before he realized what he was doing entirely. That's how it always was, with them. The smallest invitation, the first whimper, the initial needy look was all it took, and they were each other's, all games aside. Sirius's eyes were screwed tightly shut and he was already thrashing his head back and forth as if he was in the beginning stages of orgasm, keening almost inaudibly without stopping.
"Just suck me--" he moaned, hand rising to tangle unerringly in Remus's hair. "God, Remus--"
"Ohfuckyes--" Remus muttered incoherently before his head started bobbing faster and faster on Sirius's lap, his lover's cock hitting the back of his throat with enough force to have gagged him if he hadn't been ready for it. Saliva ran copiously past his canines, dribbling down his chin. He was always so careful. It had taken months before he felt confident enough to deep-throat Sirius, to go beyond mouthing the head of his cock with his lips alone, confident enough to know he won't scrape him or catch at the delicate skin of his lover's unusually thick, heavy cock with his incisors. Sirius was likely beyond noticing even that at this point, writhing like someone had cast an Unforgivable at him, screaming something that was vaguely reminiscent of Remus's name. Remus's own cock was trapped painfully in his still done up trousers, pulsing strongly enough to burst when Sirius's did.
He licked a wide, wet trail up Sirius's cock, eyes closed to concentrate on his lover's pungent scent, nostrils flaring and his whole body trembling in ecstasy from that alone. Remus had to grip the edge of the sofa with one hand to keep himself steady even on his knees. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't do this anymore. Sirius wailed, hips bucking ineffectually as Remus's head hung suspended mere inches away from his cruelly neglected cock when he was nearly seconds away from release. Remus couldn't go on; he had to have him now.
"Need you--" he croaked, undoing his trousers with the heavily shaking fingers of his right hand. "Will burst--"
Sirius groaned loudly, his painfully swollen cock twitching heavily at that pronouncement, the already impressive flow of pre-come seeping down its side having increased almost exponentially. He took the belated initiative of throwing himself down on the soft furry rug on the floor, his eyes still closed as he rubbed his bare backside impatiently against the silky carpet, no doubt thinking of his lover's sometime pelt.
"Wait for me, Padfoot," Remus growled, crouching naked over the other man, running the palm of his hand slowly up Sirius's inner thigh. Sirius held his breath, his chest heaving as his legs fell open yet further under that touch.
"Always, Moony," Sirius croaked, most probably not quite conscious of what he was saying or he would've been rather embarrassed to have sunk to those depths of soppiness while theoretically sober. If Remus wasn't in a similarly far gone state, he might've smiled at the thought that sex always did this sort of number on his usually sarcastic best friend. Instead, he just nudged a questing finger up against Sirius's opening, not being able to withstand the urge to rub fitfully against the nearest solid surface to his own crotch, which happened to be Sirius's thigh.
Remus's finger began to move in and out of Sirius after a quick swipe at the other's cock to gather a good amount of pre-come, both their hips pumping shallowly in an already established rhythm. Remus was moaning right along with Sirius by now, his face buried in the other's shoulder when he wasn't nibbling and biting lightly at the flesh of Sirius's chest and forearm. At this rate, they were both going to come within a minute or two mainly from the increasing friction, and neither of them minded. Remus was beginning to completely forget himself now, thrusting long, slender fingers more forcefully inside Sirius, burying one and then two and three to the hilt inside the other's body in a building tempo.
"Fuck!" Sirius screamed, both hands scrambling to wrap furiously tight around his own cock as he writhed against Remus harder still, "Fuck! Aaaaaaargh, Remus-- coming-- God!" He pushed down on Remus's hand, fucking himself frantically as if it was his cock.
His hand pumping even faster inside Sirius, Remus thrust the other one down to grip himself, almost an afterthought, because he was transfixed, dry-mouthed and breathless. He shuddered again and again as he watched Sirius's mouth drop open soundlessly just before his back arched high off the floor and he shattered, convulsing tightly around Remus's fingers, pumping burst after burst of sticky fluid all over them both.
-Yesssss-.... Remus reached to sink his teeth as hard as he could into Sirius's lower lip without breaking skin, a well-ingrained reflex at this point. He knew he was coming violently into his fist, knew Sirius wasn't so sightless with his orgasm anymore that he wasn't watching, knew this was the hardest he'd come in months, maybe as long as he could remember. Already it hardly mattered; even before his torso slumped bonelessly on top of Sirius, the heavy glow had begun to settle on him, warm and safe like sunlight, thick and enfolding like the night.
~~
Lily and James found them cuddled sweetly on the living room rug in each other's arms like the very babe they'd left sleeping so soundly in the adjoining room. It would've been a darling picture of affection and innocence if not for the unmistakeable puddle of dried come smeared liberally on their bellies.
Lily closed her eyes long-sufferingly, though a tiny smile hid itself in the corners of her mouth. "Told you this would happen. Again."
James just smiled and whispered a word to dim the lights, winding an arm around her waist and turning to fetch a blanket for those two lovebirds. It would be a creaky morning, he thought, thinking ruefully of his carefully stowed away liquor.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get the blankets and then we could--"
"Fuck?" Lily said, charmingly frank as ever.
James grinned broadly at his wife, knowing his friends' methods enough to assume Harry wouldn't wake till morning. "Yeah."
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