Fic: Bundimums, Boggarts, and Broom-Closets, for gryffindor_j
Title: Bundimums, Boggarts, and Broom-Closets
Author: dogsunderfoot
Recipient: gryffindor_j
Rating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *Language, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, light bondage, dirty talking (if you consider that warning-able) *
Word Count: 4,000
Summary: Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Sirius Black invites a lonely Remus Lupin to spend a night at Hogwarts. What happens is something that neither one of them expects...
Author's notes: Thanks to remuslives23 who looked over this and listened to me moan, groan, and complain when I had massive writer's block. *smooches*
Massive writer's block was thanks to suddenly realising that I'd selected a prompt of the wonderfully talented gryffindor_j's. Hope your holidays are happy and the year to come brings you wonderful things, gryffindor_j!
This fic includes a reference to a story written by gryffindor_j, entitled Mr Moony Presents: Lessons Learned the Hard Way. Great fic. You should read it!
***
"It was kind of you to invite me here tonight," Remus said.
Without taking his eyes from the chess board, Sirius replied, "Oh, please. Kindness doesn’t enter into this at all. I’ve done so out of pity-and a sense of self-preservation. I just know you’ll be sulky and irritable if I don’t keep your mind off things, and I really don’t want to have to put up with you in that mood at Harry and Ginny’s tomorrow."
"You know that I’m not bothered by the divorce."
Sirius’ eyes flickered up to meet Remus’. "No, but you’re bothered that you’re not with Teddy for the next four days."
Remus sighed. "Sirius, I’m not going to begrudge him the chance to see Vienna at Christmas. It’s a wonderful opportunity for him."
"Even if it is with Tonks and her new beau?"
Remus smiled and shook his head. "I think you’re more upset about this than I am. Tonks and I were falling apart almost from the beginning. I made a mistake in marrying her, and I’ll be the first to admit it."
Sirius raised a sceptical eyebrow, and Remus reached across the chessboard to lightly cuff him on the side of the head. They both started to laugh, but any reply that Sirius might have been about to make was interrupted by a passing Hufflepuff.
"Good night, Professor!" The girl’s attempt at a sultry, seductive tone was questionable at best, and might have been ignored altogether if it weren’t for the batting of her eyelashes.
Sirius couldn’t help himself. "Cecily, is there something wrong with your eye? You seem to be blinking much too-"
"Oh, no, sir, I’m fine," the suddenly blushing girl cut him off. "I mean, I think it was an eyelash, but it’s better now."
"I’m so glad," Sirius said, returning his gaze to the chessboard. "Now you can see to finish your essay on the use of Unforgivables in the wars against Voldemort."
The girl hurried away without another word.
"You are terrible," Remus announced.
"Oh, hell, Moony, those girls are all alike."
"They haven’t figured it out yet?"
"Oh, they know, but they all think they’re going to be the one who makes Professor Black straight."
"Good night, Professor." This voice was older, huskier, and hinted at things that made Sirius want to sit up and take notice.
He spared the seventh year Gryffindor a glance, not willing to risk much more than that. "Good night, Hargraves."
"Oh, you like him," Remus whispered after the teenager had gone on.
Sirius glared at his friend. "Shut up."
"I know that look," Remus teased. "I was at the receiving end of that look for a while. I was probably about his age. Got a thing for seventeen-year-old, brown-haired Gryffindors?"
"You’re just jealous because you aren’t getting those looks from me now," Sirius growled, nudging at his bishop. "G-5."
Remus chuckled. "You just want me to be jealous. Now that I’m almost free, you’re remembering just how good the sex was."
"I admit I still get chills thinking about how good you could suck my cock. Those lips of yours wrapped around me so tightly-," Sirius said with an evil grin, remembering how dirty talk would arouse Remus.
"Oh, really?" Remus shifted slightly, and Sirius barely resisted a triumphant laugh.
"Gods, Moony, what did you think? That I would forget the best blow jobs I’ve ever got?"
Remus was silent, his expression carefully neutral.
"Cat got your tongue, Moony? If not, I know where you can put that tongue." Sirius waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Remus did chuckle at that. "I, myself, can think of a couple of places. Do you realise you’ve never said that to me before?"
Sirius stared at him. "Are you mad? I used to tell you that all the time!"
"Yelling it as I’m doing it to you, and you’re coming down my throat doesn’t count."
"When the hell does it count, then? When we were eating breakfast? Sitting in McGonagall’s class?" Sirius barked out a laugh. "How about during double Potions, when Snape was at the table next to ours. Can you imagine his face?"
Remus laughed at the thought. "I suppose there really wasn’t a time to bring something like that up." He ordered a knight out to take Sirius’ bishop.
As Sirius contemplated his next chess move, the memory of Remus’ mouth kept crowding to the forefront of his brain, making it impossible to think logically.
His cock was sliding in and out of Remus’ mouth, and he gasped at the sight. Remus’ eyes flickered open, and their gazes met. Remus smiled around the mouthful of hard flesh and Sirius growled, "Oh, gods, that’s so fucking hot, Moony..."
Remus pressed his lips even tighter, making Sirius cry out at the added pressure on his cock...
He blinked and saw Remus eyeing him speculatively.
"See something you like?" he whispered teasingly.
Remus smiled, but it was full of embarrassment. "I was remembering..."
"So was I," Sirius admitted. Impulsively, he added, "I was also wondering if you were as good now as you were then."
"As I haven’t had much practice at it in the last few years, I couldn’t tell you," Remus said with a small laugh.
"Don’t tell me that all you did was fuck in the missionary position one night a week. I know what you’re capable of."
Remus’ eyes were full of bright intensity. "Do you?"
"You’re insatiable. You’re incredible. You’re-Why in the hell didn’t we keep on?"
"Because James was afraid it would mess up our friendship."
"Ah. Right. But it hadn’t up until that point, and we’d been fucking for four months by then."
"That was the point I made to you, but you thought maybe James was right."
"Hmm." Sirius sat back and scratched his head thoughtfully. "Obviously, I was stupid. What teenage boy turns down regular sex-great sex at that-just because his best friend asks him to?"
"You do. You’re very loyal. He was also quite persuasive," Remus pointed out. "Besides, I agreed with him. You’ve never been one for long-term relationships. I figured it would be a matter of time before you found someone else. And you were putting a crimp in my dating schedule."
Sirius laughed. "Oh, I was, was I?"
"Oh, absolutely. It's difficult to say 'no' to a pretty girl like Dorcas Meadowes when you're getting shagged by one of your best mates. I missed out on at least two Hogsmeade visits with her because of you."
The two friends grinned at each other. Then, Sirius said, "You know, James isn’t here, now, and neither one of us has a significant other. Maybe we could-" He broke off.
"Oh, yes, maybe we could," Remus repeated with a snort, bending over the chessboard once again.
"What? Aren’t I good enough for you now?" Sirius sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "Don’t want me now that I’m a former criminal?"
"That has nothing to do with it."
"You don’t want me now that I’m a professor? That should make me doubly attractive to you now."
"Sirius, you can't possibly think we can just fall into bed together after all this time-"
"I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment," Sirius protested. "Think of this as a mission of mercy. I haven't had sex in months, and I haven't had good sex in years. At least I know I'd get a good blow job out of this."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Lying, selfish bastard. What's in it for me?"
"All the dirty talk you can want," Sirius said, lowering his voice to a deeper, huskier register. "I'll be certain to describe exactly how good you make me feel when your mouth is sliding up and down my prick."
He saw Remus' pupils widen just the tiniest bit, and he leaned over to whisper, "And then, Moony, when you shove two or three of those long, gorgeous fingers of yours up inside my arse, I'll make sure I tell you how stretched out and full I'm feeling."
Remus was still, except for a quick darting of his tongue that moistened his lips. "It would just be for one night, though," he finally said.
"Oh, of course," Sirius said, almost dismissively. "Just one night to make certain your parts are in working order for when you go looking for another wife."
"I hardly think sex with you is the way to prepare for another wife," Remus said with a quiet chuckle.
"Depends on whether you top or bottom, Moony." Sirius gave him a wink. "Come on, then. Let’s go to my rooms."
As they made their way to Sirius’ suite at the rear of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they spoke of pranks they’d played and other memorable moments they’d spent in the niches and stairwells and shadows of Hogwarts’ walls. Those memories included several that were rather passionate and intense, and they served to stir the blood in Sirius’ veins.
"Someone will see, Sirius!"
"Let them watch." Sirius could feel his own hot breath on Remus’ neck as he whispered his response. Goose flesh rose beneath his fingertips, and he smiled into Remus’ skin. "They’ll see how good we are at this."
"We-can’t." Remus’ protest was broken in the middle as Sirius pushed Remus’ already unfastened trousers down to the tops of his thighs.
"We’ll argue about it later," Sirius promised as he slid down to his knees and mouthed Remus’ hard cock through the cotton of his briefs.
"Siriusssss-" The word ended in a sibilant hiss as Sirius tugged down the elastic waistband and pulled Remus’ length into his mouth...
Sirius gave Remus a grin as they neared the DADA classroom. "Do you remember the duel we had after I insinuated you weren’t as good as I was at duelling?"
Remus laughed. "Bastard. You didn’t insinuate a thing. You said it outright. You deserved everything I did to you."
"Including what happened in the corridor afterwards?" Sirius arched an eyebrow meaningfully.
Remus smiled. "Oh, most especially that."
"You know, Moony, just thinking and talking about this is making me as hard as a rock," Sirius said. "I might not be able to make it up the stairs to my bedroom. I might have to bang you against the wall next to the door."
"Wall sex again?" Remus moaned plaintively. "Gods, Padfoot, I really am convinced you have a kink for that."
"Can’t help that I wanted your cock as often as possible, however I could get it, and I didn't want to wait to find a bed before either having your cock deep inside of me or burying mine in you."
Remus muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" Sirius asked.
"I said I’m not going to be able to get out those fucking steps either, if you keep talking like that."
"So easily turned on by some filthy words," Sirius said admonishingly. "I could make you stiff just by telling you I had a worn out quill in my pocket."
"Only because you had already proven what you could do with that quill," Remus countered almost breathlessly.
"I might have another one somewhere-" Sirius turned slightly, as if he were going to walk away, but a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist stopped him. "Remus?"
"If we're going to do this, let's do this," Remus growled, fingers curling around Sirius' belt loops and tugging, pulling them together so their erections collided. They both groaned-and then all else was forgotten but the need to get even closer. Fingers scrabbled at buttons and zips; lips and teeth clashed, leaving the sting to be soothed by tongues; breathing became shallower.
Sirius groaned as Remus dropped to his knees, dragging his fingers down the strip of skin that was now exposed that Sirius' shirt was unbuttoned. "Gods, you're still so fucking nice," Remus hissed.
"I love the way you look on your knees," Sirius whispered back. "Eye-to-eye with my cock, just ready for it to find its way down your throat-" He broke off with a gasp as Remus grabbed the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down over his hips and all the way down to his ankles. "Impatient, are we?"
Remus hooked his hands around the backs of Sirius' thighs to hold him still as he nipped his way up the soft, inner thighs from knees to groin. His cheek and jaw-lightly covered with stubble-grated against Sirius' prick through the cotton of his briefs. Before he could warn Remus against scraping that stubble against his tender bits, his pants were gone, and his cock was surrounded by the wet heat of Remus' mouth.
The feeling was just as incredible as it was almost thirty years before, and Sirius let his head fall back, almost able to see Remus limned against the darkness of his closed eyelids. He knotted the fingers of one hand into Remus' hair then splayed the other across his chest so he could tease his own skin with his fingertips. He began to thrust gently into the mouth that seemed perfectly willing to take him deeper.
Suddenly, cold air across the tip of his cock brought him rudely back to reality. Blinking owlishly, he looked down at the man still kneeling on the floor. "Moony-?" The shock and discomfort made it impossible for him to find the words to finish the sentence.
"Fuck me," Remus said quietly.
Sirius' cock gave an interested twitch and Remus chuckled.
"You like that idea, do you?"
"Oh, yeah," Sirius all but purred.
Remus stood, his hand sliding up Sirius' body from knee to groin, over cock and belly and chest. He cupped Sirius' chin and pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius' lips. "But not against the wall."
Before Sirius could ask, Remus walked away, tossing a smirk over his shoulder.
Sirius started to take a step, but the trousers around his ankles tripped him up, and he pitched forward, catching himself by grabbing the corner of a nearby shelving unit.
"I saw that," Remus said teasingly, perching himself on the edge of Sirius' desk and leaning back on both hands.
"You just think you did," Sirius shot back, reaching down to strip the shoes off his feet. He stepped out of his trousers and pants, but left his shirt on. "So, where are you thinking-?"
Remus arched an eyebrow and grinned mischievously.
"You want to do this here?"
"It won't be the first desk we've defiled."
Sirius was leaning over McGonagall's desk, his wrists bound with a red- and gold-striped tie. The tie was attached to the desk with a rather strong Sticking Charm-which was a good thing, considering the undulations of the young man's body.
"Oh, gods, Moony, yes, yes," he was groaning. The talented tongue found its way even deeper inside him, making him cry out sharply. And was that a finger joining the tongue...?
The tongue retreated, but it was replaced by another finger. "I'm going to take you here, Sirius, just like I promised."
"Yes," Sirius whispered. "Please!"
"Now, when McGonagall tells you to stop fucking around in class, you're going to be able to look at this desk and remember what happens when you listen. This is your reward for being such a good dog, being taken like a good bitch in heat over the professor's desk-"
And now, here he was, twenty-some years later, leaning over his own desk, leaning over a compliant Remus who was pulling his knees up to his chest to expose himself completely for Sirius.
"Bloody hell, Moony," Sirius gasped, wrapping his hand around Remus' erection and squeezing. "I'm going to last all of two minutes."
Remus groaned and thrust up in Sirius' grip. "Then stop talking and do something!" he gasped as Sirius moved his hand firmly up and down Remus' length.
Sirius smiled wickedly. "Whatever you say, Moony..."
***
Sirius' eyes fluttered open-then confusion settled in immediately as he realised something was wrong. He was in his own bed at Hogwarts, though, and there didn't seem to be anything out of place...
Oh.
The confusion gave way to something that he hadn't quite expected: disappointment. Yes, Remus had mentioned something about going back upstairs to the guest room that had been provided for him, but Sirius hadn't thought he'd take advantage of it. Especially after the night they'd had.
A grin lit up Sirius' face as he rolled over onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. The night had been better than he'd expected and far more than he had hoped for. He'd been surprised at how many things he'd remembered about Remus: how he liked to be touched and where, how he kissed, how he sounded and looked when Sirius was balls-deep inside him...
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath as he moved again and certain parts of his body let him know they weren't used to being penetrated as deeply and as violently as they'd been a few hours ago.
"Deeper, damn it, deeper!"
"Padfoot-"
"Pound me like you mean it, Lupin!"
Remus growled wolfishly then rose to his knees, pulling Sirius' hips up until Sirius had to wrap his legs around Remus to keep himself in place. And then, oh gods, and then Remus slammed himself as hard as he could into Sirius' arse.
Sirius cried out, and Remus smirked wickedly. "This is what you wanted, isn't he?" he gasped out in time with his brutal thrusts. "To be fucked hard and deep... You'll remember this for days."
"I probably will feel it for two days at least," Sirius acknowledged, sitting up and looking at the lonely, rumpled pillow next to his.
Why hadn't Remus stayed?
There was only one way to find out.
Sirius got ready quickly, making a point of double-checking to make sure he was clean-shaven and his hair was presentable. He laughed at himself, because he'd known Remus for years. They'd seen each other look a lot worse-morning, noon, and full moon night. So, why was he so nervous?
He was humming under his breath as he made his way through the corridors toward the guest room. He paused to glance out the window. This day before Christmas was surprisingly bright, with the sun making the snow on the ground sparkle and Sirius' eyes water. He started to turn away from the window, already taking a step forward-and slammed into a solid form.
Remus laughed, and Sirius felt a warmth in his chest at the sound.
"It's nice running into you on this fine day," Remus teased.
At least Remus didn't seem upset by the events of the night before. "Moony, that's a shite pun even for you," Sirius shot back with a grin. "Ready for breakfast?"
"I am," Remus said. "I've never been able to forget Hogwarts' breakfasts-or been able to match them."
"Then let's go." Sirius made a gesture for Remus to precede him. This way, he could get a good look at Remus' arse...
Remus turned suddenly and caught Sirius looking. Again, he laughed, but this time he shook his head wordlessly.
"Appreciating the view, Moony."
"Gods, you are insatiable."
"I said the same thing about you."
"So you did," Remus agreed, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sirius put his hand on Remus' hip then hooked a finger through one of Remus' belt loops. "I was sorry you weren't there this morning."
Remus hesitated for the barest of seconds before whispering, "I was sorry I wasn't there, too."
Astonishingly enough, Sirius felt incredibly self-conscious in admitting: "I really enjoyed last night."
"I did, too."
Sirius tugged at the belt loop, pulling Remus slightly off-balance. "You don't have to sound so surprised by that."
"Considering how sore I am today-" Remus admitted.
"Yeah, I hear you there. Makes me remember our first time."
Remus snorted. "Let's not think of that. That was an unmitigated disaster."
"It was our first time," Sirius protested. "And we sure as hell got better at it."
"That is true," Remus conceded.
Sirius reached over to grab a belt loop on Remus' other hip, then jerked Remus over until their groins were touching.
"Sirius-" Remus began to object.
"Didn't you just tell me you missed me this morning, and you enjoyed last night?"
"I did, but we're right here in the corridor where any of your students can see."
Sirius looked around them. "Here." He pulled Remus toward a door, but when Remus saw what was behind the door, he dug his heels in.
"Sirius!"
"Hey, we've done this before."
"Yes, almost thirty years ago! There's not enough room-"
Before Remus could finish the sentence, Sirius jerked him into the broom closet, pulling the door closed behind them.
"There's something poking me in the back-"
"Then move."
"There's nowhere to move."
"Then come here." Sirius pulled Remus flush against him. Remus' lips were on his almost right away, unerring despite the dark.
Sirius leaned into the kiss, and he moved his hands up to either side of Remus' neck, his thumbs following the line of Remus' jaw...
Light suddenly flooded into the closet, and the two men each stepped backward, swearing and stumbling when they realised there was nowhere to go; they were trapped.
"Gentlemen, I hardly think this is appropriate," Minerva McGonagall said sharply. "If you must conduct yourselves in such a manner, it would be better to do so in the privacy of your rooms." Her voice softened. "Sirius, the two of you really should be more discreet. You have the students to think of now."
Sirius shook his head. "You told us thirty years ago that Remus had to think of his status as a Prefect, and now, it's me who has to be the responsible one. You keep trying to come between us."
"We're sorry, Minerva," Remus said. "It won't happen again." He grabbed Sirius' hand and pulled him out of the closet. Two girls passing by saw the two of them and their eyes widened.
"Just looking for bundimums and boggarts," Sirius told them, catching their shocked expressions.
They scurried off, whispering and giggling to one other.
"Well, it'll be around the school by lunchtime," Minerva said drily. "Sirius, your secret is no longer a secret. I think we can say you've come out of the closet. Quite literally." She turned on her heel and started after the girls.
While Sirius shot a dirty look at her back, Remus began to chuckle. Tugging at Sirius' hand, he said, "Come on, Padfoot. Let's go to your rooms."
Sirius was about to argue until he realised exactly what Remus had said. "My rooms?"
"Yes. I'm sure we can get the House-elves to bring us breakfast in bed. What do you say?"
It took all of a heartbeat for Sirius to know his answer. It took a few seconds more to remember how to form the words. "I think I'd like that."
***
Harry looked up at the sound of the crack of Apparition from the kitchen. Pulling his wand and holding it before him defensively, he slowly made his way into the room.
"Harry Potter, sir!" A House-elf wrapped in a Hogwarts-crested towel appeared in front of him and bowed deeply. "Matty is to be giving you this message from Sirius Black, sir!" He pressed a piece of parchment into Harry's empty hand then disappeared with a cheeky grin.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, coming up behind Harry.
Harry read the short note and frowned. "Sirius and Remus won't be here until later. He says they're catching up on old times-and searching for bundimums and boggarts." He looked over his shoulder at Ginny. "That's weird. You'd think they could do that anytime, wouldn't you?" He read over the note again. "And what's he mean by saying they've found it's enjoyable coming out of broom-closets?"
Author: dogsunderfoot
Recipient: gryffindor_j
Rating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *Language, oral sex, anal sex, rimming, light bondage, dirty talking (if you consider that warning-able) *
Word Count: 4,000
Summary: Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Sirius Black invites a lonely Remus Lupin to spend a night at Hogwarts. What happens is something that neither one of them expects...
Author's notes: Thanks to remuslives23 who looked over this and listened to me moan, groan, and complain when I had massive writer's block. *smooches*
Massive writer's block was thanks to suddenly realising that I'd selected a prompt of the wonderfully talented gryffindor_j's. Hope your holidays are happy and the year to come brings you wonderful things, gryffindor_j!
This fic includes a reference to a story written by gryffindor_j, entitled Mr Moony Presents: Lessons Learned the Hard Way. Great fic. You should read it!
***
"It was kind of you to invite me here tonight," Remus said.
Without taking his eyes from the chess board, Sirius replied, "Oh, please. Kindness doesn’t enter into this at all. I’ve done so out of pity-and a sense of self-preservation. I just know you’ll be sulky and irritable if I don’t keep your mind off things, and I really don’t want to have to put up with you in that mood at Harry and Ginny’s tomorrow."
"You know that I’m not bothered by the divorce."
Sirius’ eyes flickered up to meet Remus’. "No, but you’re bothered that you’re not with Teddy for the next four days."
Remus sighed. "Sirius, I’m not going to begrudge him the chance to see Vienna at Christmas. It’s a wonderful opportunity for him."
"Even if it is with Tonks and her new beau?"
Remus smiled and shook his head. "I think you’re more upset about this than I am. Tonks and I were falling apart almost from the beginning. I made a mistake in marrying her, and I’ll be the first to admit it."
Sirius raised a sceptical eyebrow, and Remus reached across the chessboard to lightly cuff him on the side of the head. They both started to laugh, but any reply that Sirius might have been about to make was interrupted by a passing Hufflepuff.
"Good night, Professor!" The girl’s attempt at a sultry, seductive tone was questionable at best, and might have been ignored altogether if it weren’t for the batting of her eyelashes.
Sirius couldn’t help himself. "Cecily, is there something wrong with your eye? You seem to be blinking much too-"
"Oh, no, sir, I’m fine," the suddenly blushing girl cut him off. "I mean, I think it was an eyelash, but it’s better now."
"I’m so glad," Sirius said, returning his gaze to the chessboard. "Now you can see to finish your essay on the use of Unforgivables in the wars against Voldemort."
The girl hurried away without another word.
"You are terrible," Remus announced.
"Oh, hell, Moony, those girls are all alike."
"They haven’t figured it out yet?"
"Oh, they know, but they all think they’re going to be the one who makes Professor Black straight."
"Good night, Professor." This voice was older, huskier, and hinted at things that made Sirius want to sit up and take notice.
He spared the seventh year Gryffindor a glance, not willing to risk much more than that. "Good night, Hargraves."
"Oh, you like him," Remus whispered after the teenager had gone on.
Sirius glared at his friend. "Shut up."
"I know that look," Remus teased. "I was at the receiving end of that look for a while. I was probably about his age. Got a thing for seventeen-year-old, brown-haired Gryffindors?"
"You’re just jealous because you aren’t getting those looks from me now," Sirius growled, nudging at his bishop. "G-5."
Remus chuckled. "You just want me to be jealous. Now that I’m almost free, you’re remembering just how good the sex was."
"I admit I still get chills thinking about how good you could suck my cock. Those lips of yours wrapped around me so tightly-," Sirius said with an evil grin, remembering how dirty talk would arouse Remus.
"Oh, really?" Remus shifted slightly, and Sirius barely resisted a triumphant laugh.
"Gods, Moony, what did you think? That I would forget the best blow jobs I’ve ever got?"
Remus was silent, his expression carefully neutral.
"Cat got your tongue, Moony? If not, I know where you can put that tongue." Sirius waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Remus did chuckle at that. "I, myself, can think of a couple of places. Do you realise you’ve never said that to me before?"
Sirius stared at him. "Are you mad? I used to tell you that all the time!"
"Yelling it as I’m doing it to you, and you’re coming down my throat doesn’t count."
"When the hell does it count, then? When we were eating breakfast? Sitting in McGonagall’s class?" Sirius barked out a laugh. "How about during double Potions, when Snape was at the table next to ours. Can you imagine his face?"
Remus laughed at the thought. "I suppose there really wasn’t a time to bring something like that up." He ordered a knight out to take Sirius’ bishop.
As Sirius contemplated his next chess move, the memory of Remus’ mouth kept crowding to the forefront of his brain, making it impossible to think logically.
His cock was sliding in and out of Remus’ mouth, and he gasped at the sight. Remus’ eyes flickered open, and their gazes met. Remus smiled around the mouthful of hard flesh and Sirius growled, "Oh, gods, that’s so fucking hot, Moony..."
Remus pressed his lips even tighter, making Sirius cry out at the added pressure on his cock...
He blinked and saw Remus eyeing him speculatively.
"See something you like?" he whispered teasingly.
Remus smiled, but it was full of embarrassment. "I was remembering..."
"So was I," Sirius admitted. Impulsively, he added, "I was also wondering if you were as good now as you were then."
"As I haven’t had much practice at it in the last few years, I couldn’t tell you," Remus said with a small laugh.
"Don’t tell me that all you did was fuck in the missionary position one night a week. I know what you’re capable of."
Remus’ eyes were full of bright intensity. "Do you?"
"You’re insatiable. You’re incredible. You’re-Why in the hell didn’t we keep on?"
"Because James was afraid it would mess up our friendship."
"Ah. Right. But it hadn’t up until that point, and we’d been fucking for four months by then."
"That was the point I made to you, but you thought maybe James was right."
"Hmm." Sirius sat back and scratched his head thoughtfully. "Obviously, I was stupid. What teenage boy turns down regular sex-great sex at that-just because his best friend asks him to?"
"You do. You’re very loyal. He was also quite persuasive," Remus pointed out. "Besides, I agreed with him. You’ve never been one for long-term relationships. I figured it would be a matter of time before you found someone else. And you were putting a crimp in my dating schedule."
Sirius laughed. "Oh, I was, was I?"
"Oh, absolutely. It's difficult to say 'no' to a pretty girl like Dorcas Meadowes when you're getting shagged by one of your best mates. I missed out on at least two Hogsmeade visits with her because of you."
The two friends grinned at each other. Then, Sirius said, "You know, James isn’t here, now, and neither one of us has a significant other. Maybe we could-" He broke off.
"Oh, yes, maybe we could," Remus repeated with a snort, bending over the chessboard once again.
"What? Aren’t I good enough for you now?" Sirius sat back and folded his arms across his chest. "Don’t want me now that I’m a former criminal?"
"That has nothing to do with it."
"You don’t want me now that I’m a professor? That should make me doubly attractive to you now."
"Sirius, you can't possibly think we can just fall into bed together after all this time-"
"I'm not asking for a lifetime commitment," Sirius protested. "Think of this as a mission of mercy. I haven't had sex in months, and I haven't had good sex in years. At least I know I'd get a good blow job out of this."
Remus rolled his eyes. "Lying, selfish bastard. What's in it for me?"
"All the dirty talk you can want," Sirius said, lowering his voice to a deeper, huskier register. "I'll be certain to describe exactly how good you make me feel when your mouth is sliding up and down my prick."
He saw Remus' pupils widen just the tiniest bit, and he leaned over to whisper, "And then, Moony, when you shove two or three of those long, gorgeous fingers of yours up inside my arse, I'll make sure I tell you how stretched out and full I'm feeling."
Remus was still, except for a quick darting of his tongue that moistened his lips. "It would just be for one night, though," he finally said.
"Oh, of course," Sirius said, almost dismissively. "Just one night to make certain your parts are in working order for when you go looking for another wife."
"I hardly think sex with you is the way to prepare for another wife," Remus said with a quiet chuckle.
"Depends on whether you top or bottom, Moony." Sirius gave him a wink. "Come on, then. Let’s go to my rooms."
As they made their way to Sirius’ suite at the rear of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, they spoke of pranks they’d played and other memorable moments they’d spent in the niches and stairwells and shadows of Hogwarts’ walls. Those memories included several that were rather passionate and intense, and they served to stir the blood in Sirius’ veins.
"Someone will see, Sirius!"
"Let them watch." Sirius could feel his own hot breath on Remus’ neck as he whispered his response. Goose flesh rose beneath his fingertips, and he smiled into Remus’ skin. "They’ll see how good we are at this."
"We-can’t." Remus’ protest was broken in the middle as Sirius pushed Remus’ already unfastened trousers down to the tops of his thighs.
"We’ll argue about it later," Sirius promised as he slid down to his knees and mouthed Remus’ hard cock through the cotton of his briefs.
"Siriusssss-" The word ended in a sibilant hiss as Sirius tugged down the elastic waistband and pulled Remus’ length into his mouth...
Sirius gave Remus a grin as they neared the DADA classroom. "Do you remember the duel we had after I insinuated you weren’t as good as I was at duelling?"
Remus laughed. "Bastard. You didn’t insinuate a thing. You said it outright. You deserved everything I did to you."
"Including what happened in the corridor afterwards?" Sirius arched an eyebrow meaningfully.
Remus smiled. "Oh, most especially that."
"You know, Moony, just thinking and talking about this is making me as hard as a rock," Sirius said. "I might not be able to make it up the stairs to my bedroom. I might have to bang you against the wall next to the door."
"Wall sex again?" Remus moaned plaintively. "Gods, Padfoot, I really am convinced you have a kink for that."
"Can’t help that I wanted your cock as often as possible, however I could get it, and I didn't want to wait to find a bed before either having your cock deep inside of me or burying mine in you."
Remus muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" Sirius asked.
"I said I’m not going to be able to get out those fucking steps either, if you keep talking like that."
"So easily turned on by some filthy words," Sirius said admonishingly. "I could make you stiff just by telling you I had a worn out quill in my pocket."
"Only because you had already proven what you could do with that quill," Remus countered almost breathlessly.
"I might have another one somewhere-" Sirius turned slightly, as if he were going to walk away, but a strong hand suddenly wrapped around his wrist stopped him. "Remus?"
"If we're going to do this, let's do this," Remus growled, fingers curling around Sirius' belt loops and tugging, pulling them together so their erections collided. They both groaned-and then all else was forgotten but the need to get even closer. Fingers scrabbled at buttons and zips; lips and teeth clashed, leaving the sting to be soothed by tongues; breathing became shallower.
Sirius groaned as Remus dropped to his knees, dragging his fingers down the strip of skin that was now exposed that Sirius' shirt was unbuttoned. "Gods, you're still so fucking nice," Remus hissed.
"I love the way you look on your knees," Sirius whispered back. "Eye-to-eye with my cock, just ready for it to find its way down your throat-" He broke off with a gasp as Remus grabbed the waistband of his jeans, pulling them down over his hips and all the way down to his ankles. "Impatient, are we?"
Remus hooked his hands around the backs of Sirius' thighs to hold him still as he nipped his way up the soft, inner thighs from knees to groin. His cheek and jaw-lightly covered with stubble-grated against Sirius' prick through the cotton of his briefs. Before he could warn Remus against scraping that stubble against his tender bits, his pants were gone, and his cock was surrounded by the wet heat of Remus' mouth.
The feeling was just as incredible as it was almost thirty years before, and Sirius let his head fall back, almost able to see Remus limned against the darkness of his closed eyelids. He knotted the fingers of one hand into Remus' hair then splayed the other across his chest so he could tease his own skin with his fingertips. He began to thrust gently into the mouth that seemed perfectly willing to take him deeper.
Suddenly, cold air across the tip of his cock brought him rudely back to reality. Blinking owlishly, he looked down at the man still kneeling on the floor. "Moony-?" The shock and discomfort made it impossible for him to find the words to finish the sentence.
"Fuck me," Remus said quietly.
Sirius' cock gave an interested twitch and Remus chuckled.
"You like that idea, do you?"
"Oh, yeah," Sirius all but purred.
Remus stood, his hand sliding up Sirius' body from knee to groin, over cock and belly and chest. He cupped Sirius' chin and pressed a gentle kiss to Sirius' lips. "But not against the wall."
Before Sirius could ask, Remus walked away, tossing a smirk over his shoulder.
Sirius started to take a step, but the trousers around his ankles tripped him up, and he pitched forward, catching himself by grabbing the corner of a nearby shelving unit.
"I saw that," Remus said teasingly, perching himself on the edge of Sirius' desk and leaning back on both hands.
"You just think you did," Sirius shot back, reaching down to strip the shoes off his feet. He stepped out of his trousers and pants, but left his shirt on. "So, where are you thinking-?"
Remus arched an eyebrow and grinned mischievously.
"You want to do this here?"
"It won't be the first desk we've defiled."
Sirius was leaning over McGonagall's desk, his wrists bound with a red- and gold-striped tie. The tie was attached to the desk with a rather strong Sticking Charm-which was a good thing, considering the undulations of the young man's body.
"Oh, gods, Moony, yes, yes," he was groaning. The talented tongue found its way even deeper inside him, making him cry out sharply. And was that a finger joining the tongue...?
The tongue retreated, but it was replaced by another finger. "I'm going to take you here, Sirius, just like I promised."
"Yes," Sirius whispered. "Please!"
"Now, when McGonagall tells you to stop fucking around in class, you're going to be able to look at this desk and remember what happens when you listen. This is your reward for being such a good dog, being taken like a good bitch in heat over the professor's desk-"
And now, here he was, twenty-some years later, leaning over his own desk, leaning over a compliant Remus who was pulling his knees up to his chest to expose himself completely for Sirius.
"Bloody hell, Moony," Sirius gasped, wrapping his hand around Remus' erection and squeezing. "I'm going to last all of two minutes."
Remus groaned and thrust up in Sirius' grip. "Then stop talking and do something!" he gasped as Sirius moved his hand firmly up and down Remus' length.
Sirius smiled wickedly. "Whatever you say, Moony..."
***
Sirius' eyes fluttered open-then confusion settled in immediately as he realised something was wrong. He was in his own bed at Hogwarts, though, and there didn't seem to be anything out of place...
Oh.
The confusion gave way to something that he hadn't quite expected: disappointment. Yes, Remus had mentioned something about going back upstairs to the guest room that had been provided for him, but Sirius hadn't thought he'd take advantage of it. Especially after the night they'd had.
A grin lit up Sirius' face as he rolled over onto his back and crossed his arms behind his head. The night had been better than he'd expected and far more than he had hoped for. He'd been surprised at how many things he'd remembered about Remus: how he liked to be touched and where, how he kissed, how he sounded and looked when Sirius was balls-deep inside him...
Sirius sucked in a sharp breath as he moved again and certain parts of his body let him know they weren't used to being penetrated as deeply and as violently as they'd been a few hours ago.
"Deeper, damn it, deeper!"
"Padfoot-"
"Pound me like you mean it, Lupin!"
Remus growled wolfishly then rose to his knees, pulling Sirius' hips up until Sirius had to wrap his legs around Remus to keep himself in place. And then, oh gods, and then Remus slammed himself as hard as he could into Sirius' arse.
Sirius cried out, and Remus smirked wickedly. "This is what you wanted, isn't he?" he gasped out in time with his brutal thrusts. "To be fucked hard and deep... You'll remember this for days."
"I probably will feel it for two days at least," Sirius acknowledged, sitting up and looking at the lonely, rumpled pillow next to his.
Why hadn't Remus stayed?
There was only one way to find out.
Sirius got ready quickly, making a point of double-checking to make sure he was clean-shaven and his hair was presentable. He laughed at himself, because he'd known Remus for years. They'd seen each other look a lot worse-morning, noon, and full moon night. So, why was he so nervous?
He was humming under his breath as he made his way through the corridors toward the guest room. He paused to glance out the window. This day before Christmas was surprisingly bright, with the sun making the snow on the ground sparkle and Sirius' eyes water. He started to turn away from the window, already taking a step forward-and slammed into a solid form.
Remus laughed, and Sirius felt a warmth in his chest at the sound.
"It's nice running into you on this fine day," Remus teased.
At least Remus didn't seem upset by the events of the night before. "Moony, that's a shite pun even for you," Sirius shot back with a grin. "Ready for breakfast?"
"I am," Remus said. "I've never been able to forget Hogwarts' breakfasts-or been able to match them."
"Then let's go." Sirius made a gesture for Remus to precede him. This way, he could get a good look at Remus' arse...
Remus turned suddenly and caught Sirius looking. Again, he laughed, but this time he shook his head wordlessly.
"Appreciating the view, Moony."
"Gods, you are insatiable."
"I said the same thing about you."
"So you did," Remus agreed, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
Sirius put his hand on Remus' hip then hooked a finger through one of Remus' belt loops. "I was sorry you weren't there this morning."
Remus hesitated for the barest of seconds before whispering, "I was sorry I wasn't there, too."
Astonishingly enough, Sirius felt incredibly self-conscious in admitting: "I really enjoyed last night."
"I did, too."
Sirius tugged at the belt loop, pulling Remus slightly off-balance. "You don't have to sound so surprised by that."
"Considering how sore I am today-" Remus admitted.
"Yeah, I hear you there. Makes me remember our first time."
Remus snorted. "Let's not think of that. That was an unmitigated disaster."
"It was our first time," Sirius protested. "And we sure as hell got better at it."
"That is true," Remus conceded.
Sirius reached over to grab a belt loop on Remus' other hip, then jerked Remus over until their groins were touching.
"Sirius-" Remus began to object.
"Didn't you just tell me you missed me this morning, and you enjoyed last night?"
"I did, but we're right here in the corridor where any of your students can see."
Sirius looked around them. "Here." He pulled Remus toward a door, but when Remus saw what was behind the door, he dug his heels in.
"Sirius!"
"Hey, we've done this before."
"Yes, almost thirty years ago! There's not enough room-"
Before Remus could finish the sentence, Sirius jerked him into the broom closet, pulling the door closed behind them.
"There's something poking me in the back-"
"Then move."
"There's nowhere to move."
"Then come here." Sirius pulled Remus flush against him. Remus' lips were on his almost right away, unerring despite the dark.
Sirius leaned into the kiss, and he moved his hands up to either side of Remus' neck, his thumbs following the line of Remus' jaw...
Light suddenly flooded into the closet, and the two men each stepped backward, swearing and stumbling when they realised there was nowhere to go; they were trapped.
"Gentlemen, I hardly think this is appropriate," Minerva McGonagall said sharply. "If you must conduct yourselves in such a manner, it would be better to do so in the privacy of your rooms." Her voice softened. "Sirius, the two of you really should be more discreet. You have the students to think of now."
Sirius shook his head. "You told us thirty years ago that Remus had to think of his status as a Prefect, and now, it's me who has to be the responsible one. You keep trying to come between us."
"We're sorry, Minerva," Remus said. "It won't happen again." He grabbed Sirius' hand and pulled him out of the closet. Two girls passing by saw the two of them and their eyes widened.
"Just looking for bundimums and boggarts," Sirius told them, catching their shocked expressions.
They scurried off, whispering and giggling to one other.
"Well, it'll be around the school by lunchtime," Minerva said drily. "Sirius, your secret is no longer a secret. I think we can say you've come out of the closet. Quite literally." She turned on her heel and started after the girls.
While Sirius shot a dirty look at her back, Remus began to chuckle. Tugging at Sirius' hand, he said, "Come on, Padfoot. Let's go to your rooms."
Sirius was about to argue until he realised exactly what Remus had said. "My rooms?"
"Yes. I'm sure we can get the House-elves to bring us breakfast in bed. What do you say?"
It took all of a heartbeat for Sirius to know his answer. It took a few seconds more to remember how to form the words. "I think I'd like that."
***
Harry looked up at the sound of the crack of Apparition from the kitchen. Pulling his wand and holding it before him defensively, he slowly made his way into the room.
"Harry Potter, sir!" A House-elf wrapped in a Hogwarts-crested towel appeared in front of him and bowed deeply. "Matty is to be giving you this message from Sirius Black, sir!" He pressed a piece of parchment into Harry's empty hand then disappeared with a cheeky grin.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, coming up behind Harry.
Harry read the short note and frowned. "Sirius and Remus won't be here until later. He says they're catching up on old times-and searching for bundimums and boggarts." He looked over his shoulder at Ginny. "That's weird. You'd think they could do that anytime, wouldn't you?" He read over the note again. "And what's he mean by saying they've found it's enjoyable coming out of broom-closets?"