Scene of a Perfect Crime (That Was Another World Remix) [Harry Potter; Remus Lupin/Sirius Black; R]
Title: Scene of a Perfect Crime (That Was Another World Remix)
Author: inksheddings
Summary: Memories are meant to be treasured.
Rating: R
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Spoilers: None.
Title, Author and URL of original story: Future Past by magistera.
A/N: I remember reading the original waaaaaaaay back when I first discovered Remus and Sirius. It was a treat to end up remixing the story. Title stolen from lyrics to "Scene of a Perfect Crime" by Concrete Blonde. Thanks to midnitemaraud_r for the beta!
Scene of a Perfect Crime (That Was Another World Remix)
"We should go somewhere sunny for a few weeks. Get nice and warm and forget the winter."
Sirius says these words with his face buried in Remus' hair. His breath tickles and arouses as much as the idea of warmer weather.
Remus has entertained similar fantasies of travel over the years, especially during the icy winters, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't doing it more frequently as the Wizarding world continues to fall to pieces all around them.
He's never spoken such dreams out loud, however, because, for whatever reason, it seems unlucky; as if keeping such thoughts secret gives them more of a chance of perhaps coming true.
Someday.
But with Sirius at his side, arms and legs wrapped around him as they lay on the rug near the freshly lit fireplace, it's hard not to picture miles of white sand and feel warm tropical breezes on his skin. It's enough to make Remus shiver with pleasure rather than cold, and he shifts his body down and a little bit around so he's face to face with Sirius. He kisses him slowly, doesn't even use his tongue, just nips at his lips a bit and rubs their noses together.
"Where did you have in mind?" he asks and feels Sirius' arms tighten around him.
"Hawaii would be nice, don't you think? Black sand beaches there, you know. White sand too. We could take our pick," Sirius replies between kisses.
Having a choice does sound splendid, and Remus' mind runs with the idea.
"Or Mexico. Baja California. The water is always warm there, in La Paz. I've read about La Paz."
Sirius is unbuttoning Remus' jeans and that, combined with the talk of sultry climates, is heating up his skin at an alarmingly fast rate. Not that anyone's complaining.
"Doesn't have to be near the ocean," Sirius says as he tugs at his own tight jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time and tossing them across the room.
Remus isn't surprised that he isn't wearing any pants underneath. Several months after moving in together, after discovering how much they love fucking each other, Sirius had suddenly spluttered I think I might possibly love you. If that's acceptable. To you. Is it? over a breakfast of fried eggs and toast. Since then, he hasn't done or said anything Remus could possibly find more shocking.
"Where else did you have in mind?" Remus asks as he pulls his jumper over his head and throws it in the general direction of Sirius' jeans.
"Egypt. We could fuck while the Sphinx watches or under one of those bloody huge pyramids."
Sirius is completely naked now and doing his best to make sure Remus is as well, going so far as to peel his thick socks off before he reaches for his pants.
Remus wrinkles his nose at the idea of the desert. "But all that sand."
"Well, there's sand on the beaches too."
Sirius has a point, and Remus isn't inclined to admit that beach sand stuck in unmentionable places still sounds more tolerable than desert sand.
"I suppose. But then we couldn't fuck in the ocean, with the fish or the dolphins. Especially the dolphins."
Sirius had just taken hold of Remus' cock and begun a slow stroke when he stops cold and looks at him, eyes wide, obviously trying to decide whether to take him seriously or not. Remus doesn't want to let him off the hook, but he's in too good of a mood and starts to sputter out laughter.
"You utter bastard," Sirius says between clenched teeth.
He's trying his best to look ferocious but Remus can see the laughter in his bright eyes, so he loses it completely, begins laughing in earnest. His whole body shakes with it as he buries his head in his hands.
Sirius chuckles, but doesn't precisely join in. What he does instead is continue the exquisite up and down stroking of Remus' cock, which quiets the laughter and elicits a sharp intake of breath.
Remus arches up into Sirius' touch, reaches between them to reciprocate and before he knows it they're kissing again, but far more passionately. Sirius licks lips, working his way into his mouth while Remus tries to catch his tongue with his teeth.
They're stroking together now, hands wrapped around both their cocks as the fire crackles and casts fluttering shadows about the room. Remus knows he'll never get enough of this, enough of Sirius, so he tries to make each time better than the last because each time possibly could be the last.
The Order, Voldemort and his Death Eaters...it could be the last of everything.
But Remus shoves all that out of his mind as he rolls their bodies over until he's on top of Sirius. He kisses him hard one last time before moving down his body, kissing and licking his throat, his collarbone, his nipples, his belly, and finally he takes Sirius' cock into his mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!
Remus has never heard Sirius so eloquent, and smiles around his cock before returning to the task at hand. Or task in mouth. Whatever.
As he sucks, swirling his tongue around the head and into the slit, he reaches behind Sirius' balls and fingers the tight pucker, just a little, just enough; that's all it ever takes.
Sirius goes silent and bucks up hard into Remus' mouth, nearly choking him, but that's okay. He's coming hard and that was the point, so Remus couldn't be more pleased. He swallows, then slowly lets Sirius' cock slip from his mouth.
Remus is still hard, but a few quick firm strokes as he watches Sirius come down from his orgasm has him coming in no time, over his own hand and Sirius chest and belly. The sight is nearly enough to keep him hard, but then Sirius reaches for him and pulls his body down onto his.
"Ew," Remus mutters into his shoulder.
"Shut up. Your fault I'm all sticky."
Yet again, Sirius has a point, and Remus is feeling too sated and sleepy to argue anyway. He's drifting off, warm enough with the heat of the fire and Sirius' body that a bed or even a blanket seems completely unnecessary.
Just as he hears Sirius' breaths slow down and even out, however, someone knocks on the door, and none too quietly.
"Sirius, you expecting anyone?"
It's not that late, but it's not that early either. They don't have any Muggle friends and these days even Peter, James and Lily don't show up unannounced.
The knocking gets louder, more frantic, and Remus begins to worry. He sits up and tries to shake Sirius awake.
"Sirius, wake up you daft bastard, don't you hear that?"
But Sirius isn't waking up, and as Remus turns to look down at his face...the warmth rushes out of Remus' body in an instant. Sirius is pale, and somehow the light of the fire isn't helping, he looks dead, like he's fading away, already a ghost; and that damned knocking just goes on and on and on until the door bursts open and-
"Can I help you?" The woman asks politely, though Remus can see the irritation in her eyes. She's dressed for housework, and he must have interrupted her.
Remus looks past her, toward the fireplace. The rug is gone. It had been fairly shabby when they'd lived here, but there's a fire going and the memory is so strong.
So strong...
"Excuse me, but I'm rather busy, so if you don't mind-"
"I used to live here," Remus whispers as ghostly lips mutter obscene endearments into his ear and he clenches his fists at his side.
"I...beg your pardon?" the woman asks, and Remus can hear the growing confusion in her voice.
"I used to live here," Remus repeats a little louder. "I think...I think it's the only place I ever did live, actually," he admits to this stranger, this person who will probably slam the door in his face and call the police if he keeps babbling in front of her door. Yes, her door now; her flat, her fireplace.
The memories are all Remus owns now.
"Oh, well. That's nice."
She does slam the door, and that snaps Remus out of his daze, his unexpected trip down memory lane. He'd just wanted to take a walk, that's all. Clear his head a bit. He'd never intended to end up here, reliving days he'd rather forget.
He climbs down the stairs and onto the street. It's drizzling still, and it feels colder than it had...what, five minutes ago? Ten? How long had he lost himself in the past?
He laughs bitterly, earning suspicious looks from passersby. But that's okay, he's used to suspicion so he turns back toward home-his real home, six blocks west of here.
It's not much, and he'll probably be evicted soon, as he's just run out of money and job options, but it's all he has. Along with his memories, it's all he has.
END
Author: inksheddings
Summary: Memories are meant to be treasured.
Rating: R
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Spoilers: None.
Title, Author and URL of original story: Future Past by magistera.
A/N: I remember reading the original waaaaaaaay back when I first discovered Remus and Sirius. It was a treat to end up remixing the story. Title stolen from lyrics to "Scene of a Perfect Crime" by Concrete Blonde. Thanks to midnitemaraud_r for the beta!
Scene of a Perfect Crime (That Was Another World Remix)
"We should go somewhere sunny for a few weeks. Get nice and warm and forget the winter."
Sirius says these words with his face buried in Remus' hair. His breath tickles and arouses as much as the idea of warmer weather.
Remus has entertained similar fantasies of travel over the years, especially during the icy winters, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't doing it more frequently as the Wizarding world continues to fall to pieces all around them.
He's never spoken such dreams out loud, however, because, for whatever reason, it seems unlucky; as if keeping such thoughts secret gives them more of a chance of perhaps coming true.
Someday.
But with Sirius at his side, arms and legs wrapped around him as they lay on the rug near the freshly lit fireplace, it's hard not to picture miles of white sand and feel warm tropical breezes on his skin. It's enough to make Remus shiver with pleasure rather than cold, and he shifts his body down and a little bit around so he's face to face with Sirius. He kisses him slowly, doesn't even use his tongue, just nips at his lips a bit and rubs their noses together.
"Where did you have in mind?" he asks and feels Sirius' arms tighten around him.
"Hawaii would be nice, don't you think? Black sand beaches there, you know. White sand too. We could take our pick," Sirius replies between kisses.
Having a choice does sound splendid, and Remus' mind runs with the idea.
"Or Mexico. Baja California. The water is always warm there, in La Paz. I've read about La Paz."
Sirius is unbuttoning Remus' jeans and that, combined with the talk of sultry climates, is heating up his skin at an alarmingly fast rate. Not that anyone's complaining.
"Doesn't have to be near the ocean," Sirius says as he tugs at his own tight jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time and tossing them across the room.
Remus isn't surprised that he isn't wearing any pants underneath. Several months after moving in together, after discovering how much they love fucking each other, Sirius had suddenly spluttered I think I might possibly love you. If that's acceptable. To you. Is it? over a breakfast of fried eggs and toast. Since then, he hasn't done or said anything Remus could possibly find more shocking.
"Where else did you have in mind?" Remus asks as he pulls his jumper over his head and throws it in the general direction of Sirius' jeans.
"Egypt. We could fuck while the Sphinx watches or under one of those bloody huge pyramids."
Sirius is completely naked now and doing his best to make sure Remus is as well, going so far as to peel his thick socks off before he reaches for his pants.
Remus wrinkles his nose at the idea of the desert. "But all that sand."
"Well, there's sand on the beaches too."
Sirius has a point, and Remus isn't inclined to admit that beach sand stuck in unmentionable places still sounds more tolerable than desert sand.
"I suppose. But then we couldn't fuck in the ocean, with the fish or the dolphins. Especially the dolphins."
Sirius had just taken hold of Remus' cock and begun a slow stroke when he stops cold and looks at him, eyes wide, obviously trying to decide whether to take him seriously or not. Remus doesn't want to let him off the hook, but he's in too good of a mood and starts to sputter out laughter.
"You utter bastard," Sirius says between clenched teeth.
He's trying his best to look ferocious but Remus can see the laughter in his bright eyes, so he loses it completely, begins laughing in earnest. His whole body shakes with it as he buries his head in his hands.
Sirius chuckles, but doesn't precisely join in. What he does instead is continue the exquisite up and down stroking of Remus' cock, which quiets the laughter and elicits a sharp intake of breath.
Remus arches up into Sirius' touch, reaches between them to reciprocate and before he knows it they're kissing again, but far more passionately. Sirius licks lips, working his way into his mouth while Remus tries to catch his tongue with his teeth.
They're stroking together now, hands wrapped around both their cocks as the fire crackles and casts fluttering shadows about the room. Remus knows he'll never get enough of this, enough of Sirius, so he tries to make each time better than the last because each time possibly could be the last.
The Order, Voldemort and his Death Eaters...it could be the last of everything.
But Remus shoves all that out of his mind as he rolls their bodies over until he's on top of Sirius. He kisses him hard one last time before moving down his body, kissing and licking his throat, his collarbone, his nipples, his belly, and finally he takes Sirius' cock into his mouth.
"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck!
Remus has never heard Sirius so eloquent, and smiles around his cock before returning to the task at hand. Or task in mouth. Whatever.
As he sucks, swirling his tongue around the head and into the slit, he reaches behind Sirius' balls and fingers the tight pucker, just a little, just enough; that's all it ever takes.
Sirius goes silent and bucks up hard into Remus' mouth, nearly choking him, but that's okay. He's coming hard and that was the point, so Remus couldn't be more pleased. He swallows, then slowly lets Sirius' cock slip from his mouth.
Remus is still hard, but a few quick firm strokes as he watches Sirius come down from his orgasm has him coming in no time, over his own hand and Sirius chest and belly. The sight is nearly enough to keep him hard, but then Sirius reaches for him and pulls his body down onto his.
"Ew," Remus mutters into his shoulder.
"Shut up. Your fault I'm all sticky."
Yet again, Sirius has a point, and Remus is feeling too sated and sleepy to argue anyway. He's drifting off, warm enough with the heat of the fire and Sirius' body that a bed or even a blanket seems completely unnecessary.
Just as he hears Sirius' breaths slow down and even out, however, someone knocks on the door, and none too quietly.
"Sirius, you expecting anyone?"
It's not that late, but it's not that early either. They don't have any Muggle friends and these days even Peter, James and Lily don't show up unannounced.
The knocking gets louder, more frantic, and Remus begins to worry. He sits up and tries to shake Sirius awake.
"Sirius, wake up you daft bastard, don't you hear that?"
But Sirius isn't waking up, and as Remus turns to look down at his face...the warmth rushes out of Remus' body in an instant. Sirius is pale, and somehow the light of the fire isn't helping, he looks dead, like he's fading away, already a ghost; and that damned knocking just goes on and on and on until the door bursts open and-
"Can I help you?" The woman asks politely, though Remus can see the irritation in her eyes. She's dressed for housework, and he must have interrupted her.
Remus looks past her, toward the fireplace. The rug is gone. It had been fairly shabby when they'd lived here, but there's a fire going and the memory is so strong.
So strong...
"Excuse me, but I'm rather busy, so if you don't mind-"
"I used to live here," Remus whispers as ghostly lips mutter obscene endearments into his ear and he clenches his fists at his side.
"I...beg your pardon?" the woman asks, and Remus can hear the growing confusion in her voice.
"I used to live here," Remus repeats a little louder. "I think...I think it's the only place I ever did live, actually," he admits to this stranger, this person who will probably slam the door in his face and call the police if he keeps babbling in front of her door. Yes, her door now; her flat, her fireplace.
The memories are all Remus owns now.
"Oh, well. That's nice."
She does slam the door, and that snaps Remus out of his daze, his unexpected trip down memory lane. He'd just wanted to take a walk, that's all. Clear his head a bit. He'd never intended to end up here, reliving days he'd rather forget.
He climbs down the stairs and onto the street. It's drizzling still, and it feels colder than it had...what, five minutes ago? Ten? How long had he lost himself in the past?
He laughs bitterly, earning suspicious looks from passersby. But that's okay, he's used to suspicion so he turns back toward home-his real home, six blocks west of here.
It's not much, and he'll probably be evicted soon, as he's just run out of money and job options, but it's all he has. Along with his memories, it's all he has.
END