Fic: The Middle Man, R/S, NC17
Title: The Middle Man
Pairings: R/S, (R/OFC, S/OFC)
Rating: NC17, definitely. Read at your own risk.
Summary: One day, Sirius notices how attractive Remus’ girlfriend is.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Okay. Well, this needs a major het warning for all those slashers that don’t like. Yet, despite the large amount of (not too graphic in most places) heterosexual sex, this is most definitely R/S throughout. Technically this does not contain a threesome, and technically hardly counts as containing voyeurism. It’s not perverted in any of the ways you’ve been hoping for; it’s just very perverted. Some people might not think it’s that bad, and some might. It isn’t a PWP, but the entire plot is about sex, so be warned.
Will be crossposted to remusxsirius.
The Middle Man
Zanna Dawson had the most beautiful arse he’d ever seen, no doubt about it. He hadn’t ever noticed before, never understood why anyone would bother with her, but she’d bent over the desk in Herbology, reaching for a trowel or something, and it was so blatant; the neat, perfect curve of her buttocks, pert and smooth and begging to be bitten.
Of course, Sirius Black could get anything he wanted, except on those rare occasions when he couldn’t, of which this was sadly one.
It made a lot more sense now; icy break-times in the courtyard, the way Remus would stand behind his girlfriend as they all stood round talking, hands stroking her hips firmly over her robes, crouching slightly to nuzzle into her hair. She would press back against him eventually, her head lolling back, and her blue eyes weren’t lovey-dovey-soppy as Sirius’d always assumed, because if you were looking for it you could see they were actually fiery with lust as Remus stooped carefully to push his erection against her perfect arse.
And of course they would be late for Divination or Charms or even Transfiguration, because how could they not be when they could spend that time in the dormitory or a cupboard, Remus holding her robes high around her waist, hands running over her round arse-cheeks and between her legs before he pushed her against the wall and took her from behind. Holding her hips where he wanted them as he thrust into her, over and over, her soft skin slapping into his as her warm wetness enclosed his cock, sliding in and out between her buttocks as she stood bent forward, palms pressed into the stone.
‘SIRIUS!’
He startled and blinked, beginning to flush red as he was confronted with the very person whose girlfriend he’d just been fantasising about. ‘What?’
‘Not like you to daydream.’
‘Piss off, Lupin.’
#
They were physically very similar, Remus and Zanna, both with thin, sandy-brown hair, smooth, long limbs and delicate features.
Watching them in the common room -she lain on her front on a sofa, he on the floor beside, sharing their homework- made it hard for Sirius to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Remus would let his hand trail down her back, caressing her spine, before it came to rest gently on her neat bottom, fingers appearing to act totally randomly as they stroked her body, finally finding their way to her warm thighs and occasionally working their way inwards, clearly longing to slip between and up, to push their way inside. Remus so obviously wanted to be on top of her, within her, that it was almost unbearable to Sirius that they didn’t just give up and hurry upstairs.
Trust Remus to be so proper; Sirius wouldn’t be that way if he got the chance, he’d have her upstairs on her back in no time. Or on her front, rather.
#
‘Don’t know what you see in her,’ James declared, picking at the duvet. ‘I mean she shags you, but- You are shagging her, right?’
Remus frowned and blushed. Peter laughed and buried his face in James’ pillow.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake, Lupin; you’re supposed to be showing off about it, not getting embarrassed! That’s a yes, yep?’
‘None of your business.’ Remus continued to blush, but he was smiling in that twitchy-secret way that made his answer a clear ‘yes’.
‘-but she isn’t all that attractive,’ James continued, bluntly.
Remus was too busy looking shifty and uncomfortable to defend her, so Sirius found himself speaking up. ‘She has a bloody nice arse.’
‘Does she?’ James looked thoughtful. Remus smiled wider.
‘Yeah,’ Sirius insisted.
‘Yeah,’ Remus agreed.
‘Yeah? Take her up the arse, do you?’ Sirius asked, rather too casually.
‘I do not!’
James rolled his eyes. ‘Doesn’t make you gay, Lupin, it’s just supposed to be fucking fantastic, like-‘ he trailed off; a virgin himself and therefore unable to think of a good comparison.
‘Well I don’t, okay?’
If she’d been Sirius’ then he most certainly would have.
#
‘Her arse isn’t that nice,’ James told Sirius later, ‘she’s far too skinny. I mean, where are her curves, hmm?’
‘I like skinny,’ Sirius replied.
‘Nah, women should be soft, they should have real hips and boobs and all that; Dawson’s far too straight up and down.’
Sirius was rather offended, somehow. ‘Well that’s just your opinion, just ‘cos she isn’t Evans.’
‘Piss off.’
#
He would wander in sometimes, when he knew they were alone in the sixth year boys’ dormitory, just to catch a glimpse of what they were doing. It was disappointing in some respects; they usually had most of their clothes on, just in a haphazard sort of way, shirts pushed aside and trousers unbuttoned. They were never naked and rolling about on the bed.
They would watch him, as he retrieved something from his bag or drawer, but eventually would get bored and fall to kissing again, hands roaming freely, and he could get quite a good eyeful sometimes; the two of them with their hands down each others’ pants, lips together, eyes half-closed. He would make the odd teasing comment and Remus would throw insults back at him, his smile wicked and palms clutched to Zanna’s bum.
One day he’d manage to walk in on them actually fucking. Or, even better, get to fuck her himself.
#
Sirius finally got his way one Saturday afternoon, Remus absorbed in some essay or other in the library, and she had been sitting all alone in the Common Room, strangely lost and pathetic-looking somehow, without Remus nestled around her.
She’d been expecting it, he’d realised, so he clearly hadn’t been as subtle as he’d tried to be, but that hardly mattered, now that it was so easy to coax her up to their empty dormitory and sit her on his bed.
It would have been just like any other girl he’d had, had it not been for the thrill of it; that she wasn’t his to steal, that she was Remus’ girlfriend, that the entire time he kissed her, was inside of her, he found himself thinking I’m fucking Remus’ girlfriend, and that made it so much more satisfying.
#
He told Remus whilst sharing a crafty fag one day, huddled in the shelter of a small brick wall, in a hidden, out-of-the-way part of the school grounds.
‘I’m fucking your girlfriend, you know,’ he said, casual and careless.
He hadn’t really expected that Remus would have known, but Remus just shrugged. ‘Yeah,’ he replied, equally casually, fingers cupped around his cigarette, wrist curled over as he lifted the filter back to his lips.
‘And you don’t mind?’
Remus shuffled a little closer, their thighs, hips and shoulders touching now. ‘Not really. I’m not going to dump her.’
‘Right.’ And there was nothing, really, to say to that.
#
Sirius found himself angry that they didn’t ever get caught, despite his careful planning, planned so that James and Peter never found them, but that there was every likelihood of Remus wandering in, though, seeing that Remus knew, maybe he was purposely not walking in. Annoying.
Remus should have walked in on them some time, in full flow, naked as the day they were born, gasping and sweaty, Sirius with his cock buried as deep as possible inside Remus’ girlfriend. Sirius would have done anything to see the look on his face; shock, or pain, but also that burn of arousal from watching other people fucking, bare and writhing.
#
Sirius was always, quite unreasonably, annoyed when Zanna told him she wasn’t in the mood, because she always seemed to be ‘not in the mood’ when he was most in the mood; when he’d spent half the day watching her and Remus all over each other. She quite obviously was in the mood.
She actually looked rather angry with him when he snapped ‘why the hell not?’ his lips still pressed into her neck.
She made that huffy little disgruntled noise that all girls seemed to be familiar with, wriggling a little in his arms. ‘For… why do you think!’
‘Oh, oh right you’ve… got your,’ Sirius pulled away a little, ‘sorry, I-‘
‘Not that, you idiot!’ she hissed, thumping his arm and purposely not looking him in the eyes. ‘Remus and I, we… already did, today, you see.’ She was blushing something rotten, squirming as he held her, though actually her blush wasn’t rotten at all, it was lovely; very similar to the flushed, uncomfortable way Remus went when someone paid him a serious compliment.
‘Oh.’ Sirius paused for thought, lips just-touching her cheek. ‘Oh, so does that mean-‘ Remus had already fucked her today, been holding those slim hips as Sirius was doing now, had already come thickly inside of her. ‘-does that mean we can’t?’
He returned to kissing her neck, because she could be persuaded into a lot of things, so long as you knew which buttons to press. ‘We shouldn’t, it’s- mmm, wrong, isn’t it?’ she gasped.
‘I don’t mind,’ Sirius told her, wondering if that was Remus he could smell on her skin. ‘I don’t mind at all…’ he added, his tongue busy searching for a taste of Remus, for proof that Remus had taken her recently.
‘But, oh, we shouldn’t…’ She trailed off because his hands were already under her robes, sliding up her warm thighs.
‘Oh, we really should,’ Sirius replied, shocked at how ridiculously excited he could get just at the thought of what Remus had done with her earlier. It must have been lunchtime, he realised, when Remus had claimed he had to go to the library to check something. But instead of studying books, he’d actually been running his long white fingers over Zanna’s soft, pale skin, licking her neck and slim thighs, stroking his cock in and out of her and pleasuring her with those fingers.
And fuck, that just turned him on all the more.
‘Yes, we definitely should,’ he whispered, ‘I definitely have to have you right now,’ and she groaned as his fingertips trailed over the dampness of her knickers, dampness that was possibly part-Remus. Oh yes…
#
‘I fucked your girlfriend earlier,’ Sirius pointed out, having stolen Remus away, outside, for a cigarette. He didn’t really know what he wished to achieve; to make Remus angry, or jealous, or whatever. ‘When you were all still finishing your dinner, I was fucking her upstairs. In our dormitory, actually,’ he added, tilting his chin up and exhaling a triumphant plume of smoke, before letting his eyes flicker sideways to watch Remus.
Remus was all shy again, as if the word ‘fucking’ was too much for him, and his fingers, index and middle scissored around his fag, were trembling.
‘Doesn’t it bother you?’ Sirius asked arrogantly, ‘that you were fucking her earlier, but I’ve had her more recently; in your room, in your bed?’
The last bit was a lie, of course. Not that he hadn’t tried; kissing her erratically as they stumbled across the room, but very precise in his stumblings so that when they fell, it was Remus’ bed they collapsed on. And there’d been almost a minute of lust-fevered bliss as he rutted against her, surrounded by the scent of Remus’ skin, before she’d returned her senses, realised, and left him with no good excuse not to move.
Remus merely continued to sit quietly in the loaded silence.
‘So you don’t mind?’ A direct question to force him to say something.
‘No, it’s fine,’ he whispered, voice rather dark and hoarse, and Sirius didn’t know what to make of it.
‘What if I made her break up with you?’
‘No!’ gasped Remus, suddenly. ‘No, don’t, please. I don’t mind, but- don’t do that.’
Sirius grinned, sliding another cigarette out of the packet, lighting it with the end of the last, sucking fire into the fresh one and politely handing it to Remus. Remus accepted it with his ever-shaking fingers, then pressed the end briefly to his lips, his breath out long and shuddery.
‘It’s okay,’ Sirius said eventually, ‘I’m not going to steal her from you. She isn’t that special.’ He was hardly going to admit that this evening had been, without competition, the best sex he’d ever had, and he wasn’t going to give up the best sex he’d ever had just because Remus was so desperate to keep his girlfriend that he’d let Sirius do anything.
‘I like her,’ Remus told him firmly, as Sirius slipped his own fingers atop Remus’ to take back his cigarette, ‘she’s nice.’
Nice didn’t seem to do justice to her somehow. ‘Well, she’s a pretty good shag,’ Sirius admitted, ‘not that she’s good technically -you should give her more practice- but she just really enjoys herself, isn’t afraid of anything, and she’s not all fake like most girls.’
‘You’ve had most girls, have you?’ Remus commented airily.
‘Doesn’t just lie there when I’m fucking her; she holds on, angles herself so that she enjoys it too, doesn’t make me do all the work, y’know? Not that you’ve anyone to compare her to. Always comes before I do, so there’s nothing to worry ab-‘ Sirius had turned to offer his smoke back to Remus, and only then noticed Remus was watching. Watching.
Sirius realised, simultaneously, both why Remus looked like that, and why he was torturing Remus this way.
He smiled, slowly. ‘Oh, you like this too.’
Remus’ breath hitched, a little gasp, and he looked away, ashamed, his hand dropping from where it had been reaching for the cigarette.
‘That’s why you don’t mind; you like the idea of her fucking someone else, you like imagining it, knowing that I’ve been inside her too…’ Sirius found himself almost groaning as he remembered, suddenly wanting to have today all over again, to do it again, to enjoy it even more.
He stole a quick glance at Remus, who appeared to have closed his eyes and was breathing even more heavily, knuckles white where his hands clutched together, thin wrists rested loosely on his bent knees.
Sirius leaned in, palms flat to the damp grass, his lips almost grazing Remus’ earlobe, cigarette sizzling out on the moist earth and forgotten. ‘I didn’t have her on your bed,’ he whispered. ‘I tried to, but she noticed and made me move, but I wanted to, wanted to fuck her in your bed, where you had her earlier…’
He felt a slight nod, a brief jerk of the head before Remus stilled again, to listen intently.
‘But we did for a minute or two.’ He lowered his voice even further, trying to make it husky, sexy, trying to turn Remus on so he could convince him of how good this was, so that he could continue with his plans, with Zanna. ‘I pushed her down and lay on top of her, kissing her neck to distract her, thrusting her down into the bed and feeling her push up against me, and I bet with her eyes closed she could hardly tell which of us it was, you or me, which of us it was grinding against her.’
Remus was trembling against him now, and Sirius glanced down, noticing his fingernails curled into the dirt.
‘We should do this again,’ he said, pulling away and standing up suddenly, ‘but the other way round; it’s your turn this time. We’ll give her a few days, then I’ll persuade her again. And she won’t be able to say no to you after she’s been with me, because she thinks you don’t know.’
‘Yes,’ muttered Remus, standing too, but not meeting his eyes, ‘yes.’
#
Remus was nervous around him now, unsure of how to behave. Possibly for Remus this was just another shameful secret to hide. But he was clever too, was more open in showing off his girlfriend, made their touches and caresses more open and visible when Sirius was around, so that it began to be completely normal for him to spend most of his break and study times trying to hide an erection.
#
Sirius decided that it had to happen very soon. The way Remus had looked at breakfast -eyes dark and pleading, a gorgeous look of desperate need on his face, as if he were dying of sexual frustration- and now the way Zanna was looking at him as he pretended to just be casually chatting with her while they ate lunch. He hoped no-one else could understand her expression; nervous and excited with I want you in her eyes, because it was so clear to him, accompanied by that glorious rush of power induced by someone wanting you.
He cast Remus a quick glance as Zanna excused herself from the table, a warning suggestion for him to distract James and Peter, and then he stood and followed her out the doors.
He didn’t bother with any niceties, just grasped her arm as he caught up and dragged her into the nearest cupboard, the one he imagined that Remus liked to fuck her in. She didn’t seem surprised either; kissing him eagerly as he pushed her into the wall and they scrabbled at each others’ clothes.
‘Oh god…’ she moaned.
‘Ready now?’
‘Oh yes…’
Sirius smiled widely as he slid her robes up her leg with one hand, his fingers finding their way inside her knickers, then up inside her, listening to her gasp and thinking of the way Remus would soon be doing the same thing, Remus’ long, thin fingers twisting inside her.
Fingers still slippery, he slid them further back, between her buttocks now, and stroked. She gasped.
‘Is that good?’ he whispered, tentative, because he’d always wanted to do this.
She made that little whimpery-groan that he knew meant oh yes and oh you shouldn’t both at once, so he persisted, but cautiously. He turned her so she faced the wall and continued from there; lips on her neck, his palm cupping a buttock, index finger trying to work inside. He unwrapped his other arm from around her, hurrying to lift his own robes and lower his underwear, so he could push his cock to her arse, imagining Remus doing it like this.
‘Is that okay?’ he asked, moaning a little and beginning to rub against her, watching her arse, and himself, very intently.
‘Mmm,’ she mumbled, ‘but you can’t-‘ her head leaned back on his shoulder, ‘you can’t do it like that.’
‘But if you like it…’
‘No way, Black,’ she said pointedly, mouth against his chin.
He sighed, having expected that, and bent her forwards again. ‘But I can like this.’ He positioned their bodies together and slid inside her, gently, but amazed, as always, at how easy-to-excite she was, like a man. He smiled when she braced her palms to the wall, just like he’d imagined she would with Remus, as Remus thrust into her, and he would be pretending, like Sirius was, that he was fucking her differently.
He wondered where Remus would take her; their room, or another cupboard, or even this one, or would that be too much of a giveaway? Zanna huffed, batted his overly-distracted hand away and removed one of her palms from the wall. Oh yes, Remus would definitely want her in here at some point.
#
When he opened the cupboard door he was surprised to glance Remus waiting by the corner. He jerked his head quickly and Remus hid.
‘I’ll see you later,’ Zanna said, not looking at him.
‘Yeah,’ he muttered, already too distracted, smiling at the thought of Remus waiting outside for them to finish.
‘Hey,’ he said, catching up with Remus, whose eyes were wide and bright. ‘Cigarette?’
‘It’s raining.’
‘S’okay; there’ll be no-one in the dormitory.’
‘I’ve been thinking,’ Remus said, walking too close, and Sirius fancied he was trying to breathe the smell in off his skin, ‘that I could probably persuade her to do it in your bed.’
‘Really?’ he asked, suddenly breathless at the idea of going up to bed that night, nestling into his sheets and being surrounded by the scent of Remus and sex.
‘Yeah. I could tell her that you always have girls in our beds, just to annoy us, and that I want to pay you back. She’ll be too guilty and distracted to say no.’
‘Yes.’ Sirius was surprised at an idea that needed such a depth of cunning and sly planning coming from Remus. He told the Fat Lady the password and they rushed up to their dormitory.
‘So…?’ asked Remus, hitching one knee onto the window-seat to reach up and push wide the top window-pane. Sirius found himself drinking in the view of the length of his friend’s body, imagining it stretched over Zanna, white and naked.
‘Well you were there, practically, weren’t you listening?’ Sirius asked as they settled, sitting on the window-seat, legs arranged tangled together.
Remus blushed as Sirius ran the filter of a cigarette along Remus’ bottom lip, encouraging him to open his mouth. He pursed his lips around it and accepted the offered light.
‘Were you?’
‘I couldn’t hang around outside the cupboard; someone could have noticed and looked in. Then what would they have thought?’
‘S’pose.’ Sirius was disappointed though; Remus should have had his ear pinned to the door, listening for the noises they made. The rustling of robes, the wet smack of hurried kisses, the grunts and moans and thrusts. ‘You ever done it in that cupboard?’
‘Yeah, once,’ Remus replied, still blushing, arm extended up to flick ash through the window, and Sirius wondered why he was so fascinated by Remus’ delicate wrists.
‘Up against the wall, her legs wrapped around you?’ Sirius asked, intently, leaning forward.
Remus, a little twitchy, looked rather shocked. ‘You can hold her up?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That’s what you were-‘
‘Not that time, no. I had her facing the wall, bent over-‘
‘Oh…’ Remus actually moaned. ‘Oh. I didn’t know you could do it like that.’
‘You didn’t? Do you do any interesting positions at all?’ He was, again, disappointed; that Remus never took her from behind, holding her waist, his slim hips rocking against her arse.
‘I-‘ Remus was blushing even hotter. ‘I like it when she goes on top of me…’
Sirius sighed, eyes closing slightly, at the vision of Zanna atop Remus, fucking him hard.
‘But you should try more, have you ever…’ Sirius trailed off, trying to think of a way of saying it without using the word ‘dog’. ‘Ever been behind her, had her over a desk or something? Oh, you should try that. But not tonight,’ he added hastily, ‘you have to be in my bed tonight.’
‘Yes. If I can wait that long…’ Remus added, shifting uncomfortably, whole body very fidgety and his skin gloriously flushed.
‘You have to,’ Sirius told him, dropping his cigarette down, ‘you’ll be fine. Come on,’ he clapped Remus on the knee, causing him to jump, ‘we’ve got Care of Magical Creatures; there’s nothing less erotic than Kettleburn’s missing fingers and what’s left of his right ear.’
Remus cringed and stood up, very carefully, and Sirius smiled as he took in the sharp swelling, visible at the front of Remus’ robes.
#
Sirius had a very unfortunate detention and was therefore last up to bed. Just before he climbed in, Remus looked over from where he sat reading in bed, and they shared secret smiles, the only hint he’d had that their mission had been accomplished. Sirius cocked his head to the side, a silent question.
‘Yes,’ Remus answered, quietly in case the others weren’t quite sleeping, ‘we did.’
Sirius smiled as he pulled the curtains across and burrowed under the covers; his bed definitely smelt more of Remus than of her -maybe that meant she’d been on top, her fucking him- and he wound one arm around his pillow, and the fingers of the other around his cock, breathing deeply and stroking as he imagined the two of them -her legs wide as Remus slid up inside her, his cock thick as it penetrated- and he came, gasping, with his face buried in the pillow, unsure as to whether he wanted Remus to be able to hear him or not.
#
Sirius had thought nothing could surpass that time in the cupboard, fucking her and knowing Remus was waiting and imagining, but persuading her onto Remus’ bed made it the best time ever; Remus’ unwashed sheets thick with the scent of Remus’ sticky-sweet skin, knowing that she’d been with him in this bed, on top of him, her thighs rested against his sharply-angled hips, looking down at him, watching his face transform as he cried out and came.
#
‘We have to do it again, soon.’ Sirius insisted, lighting his second cigarette as they hung out of the dormitory window, forced to smoke indoors while the rest of the school were spread over the grounds and enjoying the lunchtime sunshine.
‘Yeah, I knew you had on Thursday, but she pretended she had her, you know.’
‘Did she? How did you know she hadn’t?’
‘Well I think I… do something to that. Er, you see-‘
‘What, like, when you’re-‘
‘Um, yeah.’ He bit his lip, a neat little nip of the teeth, and stared down at his fag. ‘It’s useful; that she’s not in the mood at the same time I’m not.’
Sirius laughed, jostling Remus’ shoulder with his elbow, enjoying watching him blush. ‘So how should we go about it this time?’
‘I knew you had on Thursday anyway,’ Remus continued, ignoring him, ‘because you were in my bed.’
‘Yeah.’
‘I could smell you, and her. What were you-‘
‘I had her on her front,’ Sirius interrupted eagerly, ‘face down on your pillow,’ he added, around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Remus reached over shyly and plucked the cig from his lips -one finger stroking Sirius’ upper lip slightly- and pressed it between his own. ‘And…?’ he urged.
‘I like it like that,’ Sirius found himself saying, ‘she won’t let me take her up the arse, but I can pretend, when I’m behind her.’
Remus was just staring, lips slightly parted and damp, and Sirius knew that he definitely rather liked the idea.
‘You should try and see if she’ll let you; she might, because you’re her boyfriend.’ That would be almost as good, Sirius decided, shuffling nearer to his friend, for Remus to fuck her like that, then he could picture it, and Remus could describe it all to him in that timid, self-conscious way of his.
‘Doubt it. I think she prefers you anyway,’ Remus muttered unhappily.
‘Nah, she likes both of us,’ Sirius reassured him, ‘she likes to have one of us in the other’s bed, doesn’t she?’ He smiled again at the memory. ‘And that’s so good, isn’t it? I bet you loved it,’ he said, voice growing hoarse, ‘climbing into bed and finding we’d been there. I bet you had a wank as soon as you realised.’ And that was a perfect way to make Remus all shocked and blushy, oh yes. ‘It isn’t anything to be ashamed of; I did that time.’
‘I know; I heard you,’ Remus whispered.
‘You did?’
‘Yeah… you were very fast,’ he added, nervously.
‘Yes, well.’ And he was joining in the blushing now. ‘Obviously it was very -good. Knowing she’d been in my bed, straddling you, your cock-‘ He coughed, strangely hesitant to discuss this himself. ‘Your cock all thick and hard…’
‘Uhm…’
‘Yeah…’ Sirius whispered. Remus looked rather confused, chewing on the pad of his own thumb and anxiously watching Sirius, and all Sirius could think about was Remus’ cock, similarly swollen and desperate right now, and with the three of them so close, it was hardly very different.
He leaned in and smoothly lifted Remus’ robes, shifting even nearer still so that their legs were more tangled, and let his fingers slip into Remus’ underwear, touching the warm hardness of him.
He carefully rested his palm against the length of Remus’ cock, before closing his fingers around and beginning to stroke. Remus cried out a little at that, shocked, but he didn’t protest.
Sirius smiled, gently, because this made sense, made it so much easier to picture Remus and Zanna together, as he slid his fingers over Remus’ prick. Now he knew what Remus looked like aroused, that perfect blush, knew the smooth, hard feel of his cock, knew the little whimpers he made, louder and more intense than his girlfriend’s.
‘Does she ever give you a blow-job?’ Sirius whispered, touching his forehead to Remus’.
‘Once, once she did.’
Sirius kept his eyes on Remus’ lap, on his own fingers, and licked his lips at the thought, Zanna’s lips around Remus, his cock heavy on her tongue. ‘Yeah, was it good?’
‘Not that, really, she- didn’t seem to, to enjoy it very much, ah-‘
‘Why not? God, why wouldn’t she enjoy it?’ Sirius was amazed at that, that she could have not liked it; not liked Remus’ cock filling her mouth, sliding between her lips.
He scrambled off the seat and knelt on the floor, before the idea had even fully formed in his head. ‘Si-‘ Remus attempted to say, but then just moaned again as Sirius pressed his lips to the tip of him. ‘Sirius, I- I-I’m- going to-‘
Sirius slid his mouth over and could already taste him, bitter and good, and swirled a lick around as Remus cried out and came, so hard in Sirius’ mouth.
‘Sirius…’ Sirius dug his fingers into Remus’ bare thighs, swiping in one last lick, so aroused and knowing he just had to come, right now.
How he’d never thought of it before, he didn’t know, how he’d never thought of fucking Remus, but god he wanted to, and right away. ‘Bed, now,’ he ordered, ‘and take your clothes off.’ He began to wrench his own clothes free too, as they staggered to the nearest bed, pulling at each others’ clothes, because he needed to feel more of Remus’ skin, and wondered how you did this, because he needed to, but girls were slippery, and boys weren’t, or not ‘til after.
Remus knelt on the bed, still flushed and panting and watching. ‘Take that off as well,’ Sirius scrambled up too and tugged impatiently at the hem of his t-shirt, ‘and on your front,’ he pointed out, but instead Remus reached for him, clasping his face in both hands, and kissed him, hard on the lips.
He looked rather frightened when Sirius pulled away, after, as if he thought he’d done something wrong, but Sirius was too shocked to even know what was wrong and what wasn’t, and a sick and weird -yet warm- feeling was tracing through him, the knowledge that Remus wanted him, and this, breaking slowly over him.
Remus turned and calmly lay, chest down and rested on his forearms, soft, brown hair splayed forwards on the pillow, his long, white back, and the perfect, pert curve of his arse, raised slightly; wanting, offering. Sirius reached out for him, impatient. Leaning over, he pressed his hands to Remus’ thighs, lifting him to let his cock push, urgently, against Remus’ arse. He didn’t know what to do, really, only knew what he wanted to do, and that his cock was throbbing, and that Remus felt so good.
Sirius leant in further, resting his elbows on the bed either side of Remus’ body, feeling the hot, slightly clammy skin of Remus’ back against his chest. He kissed a shoulder, as he would have done with Zanna, and shuddered as his cock slid achingly through the cleft of Remus’ buttocks. ‘Oh, Remus,’ he whispered, and Remus moaned a little in response. ‘Oh…’ He jerked his hips again, frantic with lust and, oh god, and he was going to come now, because all he could feel and smell and hear was Remus, and he didn’t need to search for a taste of him on someone else’s skin, because he was right there and underneath him, wriggling and whimpering, his arse against Sirius’ hips, against his cock-
-and then he was coming, the feeling breaking over him as he thrust faster against Remus, wanting to be inside him, gasping and crying out, his face buried in Remus’ neck.
‘Oh god,’ he mumbled, ‘oh god, oh god, oh god…’
Remus seemed to be trembling underneath him, his forehead touching the pillow, hair splayed out, and the smooth arch of his long neck made Sirius need to kiss it. So he did.
‘Oh god, Moony, oh god, that’s what I wanted all along, wasn’t it?’ Sirius rolled off, feeling all agitated, his whole body somehow more tense and edgy, finding his hands couldn’t be stopped from frantically twitching all over Remus’ skin. ‘We don’t need her, we could just have each other and do that, and do it properly, oh yes. And why,’ he continued, while he kissed impatiently at whichever part of Remus was currently nearest, ‘did we never do that before? We have to do it again, and again, and I have to be inside you, and- Are you okay? Remus…’
‘Mm? Yes, oh yes.’ Remus was staring at him oddly, eyes bright and strange.
The words ‘you do want to, don’t you?’ were on the tip of Sirius’ tongue before he realised. ‘Oh. Oh, you knew didn’t you? You knew that-‘
‘No, no I didn’t.’
‘Then what? If you didn’t know I wanted to-‘
‘I didn’t know- I didn’t know that you wanted to.’ Remus was doing those shaky breaths again, fingers trembling even as they combed through Sirius’ hair.
‘Oh, but I do, and oh…’ His wandering hands met with Remus’ keen erection and he let his palm curl around it. ‘Oh yes, we’re doing this again now.’
‘But-‘
‘No buts, just-‘ He stopped talking as Remus’ eyes flickered closed to enjoy the stroking of his hand. ‘Oh, yes, look at you, I always imagined, how you must look, when you’re with her, and oh- now you’re all mine,’ Sirius whispered.
And I don’t have to imagine, he thought, as Remus moaned, so softly, and lay back as Sirius touched him. Remus was gentler than Sirius had thought he’d be, somehow more feminine and even more beautiful. When had he stopped imagining himself as Remus fucking Zanna and started thinking about it the other way round?
‘Do you want to fuck me?’ he asked Remus, lowering his voice to that hopefully-sexy tone that usually made Remus wriggle so itchily.
‘No, no, I want you to fuck me,’ Remus mumbled, shyly but determinedly, his eyes tight-shut, and Sirius moaned again, nuzzling closer to Remus’ ear as a spark of lust crackled it’s way through his body, despite it being too soon.
‘Oh, I will,’ Sirius said, quickening the movement of his hand and groaning as Remus did, watching him arch his hips off the bed. ‘I’ll have you bent over a desk, and I’ll fuck you so well, with my hand on your cock like this and-‘ He quieted as Remus cried out and came, oh again, and this time he could watch; Remus’ face creased with his pleasure.
‘We’re supposed to be in Potions; I was trying to point out earlier,’ Remus said, once he’d started to breathe more evenly.
‘Sod Potions! Sod everything! You and I are staying here and doing this forever,’ Sirius told him, kissing his neck persuasively. ‘Did I ever tell you what a nice arse you have?’
Pairings: R/S, (R/OFC, S/OFC)
Rating: NC17, definitely. Read at your own risk.
Summary: One day, Sirius notices how attractive Remus’ girlfriend is.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Warnings: Okay. Well, this needs a major het warning for all those slashers that don’t like. Yet, despite the large amount of (not too graphic in most places) heterosexual sex, this is most definitely R/S throughout. Technically this does not contain a threesome, and technically hardly counts as containing voyeurism. It’s not perverted in any of the ways you’ve been hoping for; it’s just very perverted. Some people might not think it’s that bad, and some might. It isn’t a PWP, but the entire plot is about sex, so be warned.
Will be crossposted to remusxsirius.
The Middle Man
Zanna Dawson had the most beautiful arse he’d ever seen, no doubt about it. He hadn’t ever noticed before, never understood why anyone would bother with her, but she’d bent over the desk in Herbology, reaching for a trowel or something, and it was so blatant; the neat, perfect curve of her buttocks, pert and smooth and begging to be bitten.
Of course, Sirius Black could get anything he wanted, except on those rare occasions when he couldn’t, of which this was sadly one.
It made a lot more sense now; icy break-times in the courtyard, the way Remus would stand behind his girlfriend as they all stood round talking, hands stroking her hips firmly over her robes, crouching slightly to nuzzle into her hair. She would press back against him eventually, her head lolling back, and her blue eyes weren’t lovey-dovey-soppy as Sirius’d always assumed, because if you were looking for it you could see they were actually fiery with lust as Remus stooped carefully to push his erection against her perfect arse.
And of course they would be late for Divination or Charms or even Transfiguration, because how could they not be when they could spend that time in the dormitory or a cupboard, Remus holding her robes high around her waist, hands running over her round arse-cheeks and between her legs before he pushed her against the wall and took her from behind. Holding her hips where he wanted them as he thrust into her, over and over, her soft skin slapping into his as her warm wetness enclosed his cock, sliding in and out between her buttocks as she stood bent forward, palms pressed into the stone.
‘SIRIUS!’
He startled and blinked, beginning to flush red as he was confronted with the very person whose girlfriend he’d just been fantasising about. ‘What?’
‘Not like you to daydream.’
‘Piss off, Lupin.’
#
They were physically very similar, Remus and Zanna, both with thin, sandy-brown hair, smooth, long limbs and delicate features.
Watching them in the common room -she lain on her front on a sofa, he on the floor beside, sharing their homework- made it hard for Sirius to concentrate on what he was supposed to be doing. Remus would let his hand trail down her back, caressing her spine, before it came to rest gently on her neat bottom, fingers appearing to act totally randomly as they stroked her body, finally finding their way to her warm thighs and occasionally working their way inwards, clearly longing to slip between and up, to push their way inside. Remus so obviously wanted to be on top of her, within her, that it was almost unbearable to Sirius that they didn’t just give up and hurry upstairs.
Trust Remus to be so proper; Sirius wouldn’t be that way if he got the chance, he’d have her upstairs on her back in no time. Or on her front, rather.
#
‘Don’t know what you see in her,’ James declared, picking at the duvet. ‘I mean she shags you, but- You are shagging her, right?’
Remus frowned and blushed. Peter laughed and buried his face in James’ pillow.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake, Lupin; you’re supposed to be showing off about it, not getting embarrassed! That’s a yes, yep?’
‘None of your business.’ Remus continued to blush, but he was smiling in that twitchy-secret way that made his answer a clear ‘yes’.
‘-but she isn’t all that attractive,’ James continued, bluntly.
Remus was too busy looking shifty and uncomfortable to defend her, so Sirius found himself speaking up. ‘She has a bloody nice arse.’
‘Does she?’ James looked thoughtful. Remus smiled wider.
‘Yeah,’ Sirius insisted.
‘Yeah,’ Remus agreed.
‘Yeah? Take her up the arse, do you?’ Sirius asked, rather too casually.
‘I do not!’
James rolled his eyes. ‘Doesn’t make you gay, Lupin, it’s just supposed to be fucking fantastic, like-‘ he trailed off; a virgin himself and therefore unable to think of a good comparison.
‘Well I don’t, okay?’
If she’d been Sirius’ then he most certainly would have.
#
‘Her arse isn’t that nice,’ James told Sirius later, ‘she’s far too skinny. I mean, where are her curves, hmm?’
‘I like skinny,’ Sirius replied.
‘Nah, women should be soft, they should have real hips and boobs and all that; Dawson’s far too straight up and down.’
Sirius was rather offended, somehow. ‘Well that’s just your opinion, just ‘cos she isn’t Evans.’
‘Piss off.’
#
He would wander in sometimes, when he knew they were alone in the sixth year boys’ dormitory, just to catch a glimpse of what they were doing. It was disappointing in some respects; they usually had most of their clothes on, just in a haphazard sort of way, shirts pushed aside and trousers unbuttoned. They were never naked and rolling about on the bed.
They would watch him, as he retrieved something from his bag or drawer, but eventually would get bored and fall to kissing again, hands roaming freely, and he could get quite a good eyeful sometimes; the two of them with their hands down each others’ pants, lips together, eyes half-closed. He would make the odd teasing comment and Remus would throw insults back at him, his smile wicked and palms clutched to Zanna’s bum.
One day he’d manage to walk in on them actually fucking. Or, even better, get to fuck her himself.
#
Sirius finally got his way one Saturday afternoon, Remus absorbed in some essay or other in the library, and she had been sitting all alone in the Common Room, strangely lost and pathetic-looking somehow, without Remus nestled around her.
She’d been expecting it, he’d realised, so he clearly hadn’t been as subtle as he’d tried to be, but that hardly mattered, now that it was so easy to coax her up to their empty dormitory and sit her on his bed.
It would have been just like any other girl he’d had, had it not been for the thrill of it; that she wasn’t his to steal, that she was Remus’ girlfriend, that the entire time he kissed her, was inside of her, he found himself thinking I’m fucking Remus’ girlfriend, and that made it so much more satisfying.
#
He told Remus whilst sharing a crafty fag one day, huddled in the shelter of a small brick wall, in a hidden, out-of-the-way part of the school grounds.
‘I’m fucking your girlfriend, you know,’ he said, casual and careless.
He hadn’t really expected that Remus would have known, but Remus just shrugged. ‘Yeah,’ he replied, equally casually, fingers cupped around his cigarette, wrist curled over as he lifted the filter back to his lips.
‘And you don’t mind?’
Remus shuffled a little closer, their thighs, hips and shoulders touching now. ‘Not really. I’m not going to dump her.’
‘Right.’ And there was nothing, really, to say to that.
#
Sirius found himself angry that they didn’t ever get caught, despite his careful planning, planned so that James and Peter never found them, but that there was every likelihood of Remus wandering in, though, seeing that Remus knew, maybe he was purposely not walking in. Annoying.
Remus should have walked in on them some time, in full flow, naked as the day they were born, gasping and sweaty, Sirius with his cock buried as deep as possible inside Remus’ girlfriend. Sirius would have done anything to see the look on his face; shock, or pain, but also that burn of arousal from watching other people fucking, bare and writhing.
#
Sirius was always, quite unreasonably, annoyed when Zanna told him she wasn’t in the mood, because she always seemed to be ‘not in the mood’ when he was most in the mood; when he’d spent half the day watching her and Remus all over each other. She quite obviously was in the mood.
She actually looked rather angry with him when he snapped ‘why the hell not?’ his lips still pressed into her neck.
She made that huffy little disgruntled noise that all girls seemed to be familiar with, wriggling a little in his arms. ‘For… why do you think!’
‘Oh, oh right you’ve… got your,’ Sirius pulled away a little, ‘sorry, I-‘
‘Not that, you idiot!’ she hissed, thumping his arm and purposely not looking him in the eyes. ‘Remus and I, we… already did, today, you see.’ She was blushing something rotten, squirming as he held her, though actually her blush wasn’t rotten at all, it was lovely; very similar to the flushed, uncomfortable way Remus went when someone paid him a serious compliment.
‘Oh.’ Sirius paused for thought, lips just-touching her cheek. ‘Oh, so does that mean-‘ Remus had already fucked her today, been holding those slim hips as Sirius was doing now, had already come thickly inside of her. ‘-does that mean we can’t?’
He returned to kissing her neck, because she could be persuaded into a lot of things, so long as you knew which buttons to press. ‘We shouldn’t, it’s- mmm, wrong, isn’t it?’ she gasped.
‘I don’t mind,’ Sirius told her, wondering if that was Remus he could smell on her skin. ‘I don’t mind at all…’ he added, his tongue busy searching for a taste of Remus, for proof that Remus had taken her recently.
‘But, oh, we shouldn’t…’ She trailed off because his hands were already under her robes, sliding up her warm thighs.
‘Oh, we really should,’ Sirius replied, shocked at how ridiculously excited he could get just at the thought of what Remus had done with her earlier. It must have been lunchtime, he realised, when Remus had claimed he had to go to the library to check something. But instead of studying books, he’d actually been running his long white fingers over Zanna’s soft, pale skin, licking her neck and slim thighs, stroking his cock in and out of her and pleasuring her with those fingers.
And fuck, that just turned him on all the more.
‘Yes, we definitely should,’ he whispered, ‘I definitely have to have you right now,’ and she groaned as his fingertips trailed over the dampness of her knickers, dampness that was possibly part-Remus. Oh yes…
#
‘I fucked your girlfriend earlier,’ Sirius pointed out, having stolen Remus away, outside, for a cigarette. He didn’t really know what he wished to achieve; to make Remus angry, or jealous, or whatever. ‘When you were all still finishing your dinner, I was fucking her upstairs. In our dormitory, actually,’ he added, tilting his chin up and exhaling a triumphant plume of smoke, before letting his eyes flicker sideways to watch Remus.
Remus was all shy again, as if the word ‘fucking’ was too much for him, and his fingers, index and middle scissored around his fag, were trembling.
‘Doesn’t it bother you?’ Sirius asked arrogantly, ‘that you were fucking her earlier, but I’ve had her more recently; in your room, in your bed?’
The last bit was a lie, of course. Not that he hadn’t tried; kissing her erratically as they stumbled across the room, but very precise in his stumblings so that when they fell, it was Remus’ bed they collapsed on. And there’d been almost a minute of lust-fevered bliss as he rutted against her, surrounded by the scent of Remus’ skin, before she’d returned her senses, realised, and left him with no good excuse not to move.
Remus merely continued to sit quietly in the loaded silence.
‘So you don’t mind?’ A direct question to force him to say something.
‘No, it’s fine,’ he whispered, voice rather dark and hoarse, and Sirius didn’t know what to make of it.
‘What if I made her break up with you?’
‘No!’ gasped Remus, suddenly. ‘No, don’t, please. I don’t mind, but- don’t do that.’
Sirius grinned, sliding another cigarette out of the packet, lighting it with the end of the last, sucking fire into the fresh one and politely handing it to Remus. Remus accepted it with his ever-shaking fingers, then pressed the end briefly to his lips, his breath out long and shuddery.
‘It’s okay,’ Sirius said eventually, ‘I’m not going to steal her from you. She isn’t that special.’ He was hardly going to admit that this evening had been, without competition, the best sex he’d ever had, and he wasn’t going to give up the best sex he’d ever had just because Remus was so desperate to keep his girlfriend that he’d let Sirius do anything.
‘I like her,’ Remus told him firmly, as Sirius slipped his own fingers atop Remus’ to take back his cigarette, ‘she’s nice.’
Nice didn’t seem to do justice to her somehow. ‘Well, she’s a pretty good shag,’ Sirius admitted, ‘not that she’s good technically -you should give her more practice- but she just really enjoys herself, isn’t afraid of anything, and she’s not all fake like most girls.’
‘You’ve had most girls, have you?’ Remus commented airily.
‘Doesn’t just lie there when I’m fucking her; she holds on, angles herself so that she enjoys it too, doesn’t make me do all the work, y’know? Not that you’ve anyone to compare her to. Always comes before I do, so there’s nothing to worry ab-‘ Sirius had turned to offer his smoke back to Remus, and only then noticed Remus was watching. Watching.
Sirius realised, simultaneously, both why Remus looked like that, and why he was torturing Remus this way.
He smiled, slowly. ‘Oh, you like this too.’
Remus’ breath hitched, a little gasp, and he looked away, ashamed, his hand dropping from where it had been reaching for the cigarette.
‘That’s why you don’t mind; you like the idea of her fucking someone else, you like imagining it, knowing that I’ve been inside her too…’ Sirius found himself almost groaning as he remembered, suddenly wanting to have today all over again, to do it again, to enjoy it even more.
He stole a quick glance at Remus, who appeared to have closed his eyes and was breathing even more heavily, knuckles white where his hands clutched together, thin wrists rested loosely on his bent knees.
Sirius leaned in, palms flat to the damp grass, his lips almost grazing Remus’ earlobe, cigarette sizzling out on the moist earth and forgotten. ‘I didn’t have her on your bed,’ he whispered. ‘I tried to, but she noticed and made me move, but I wanted to, wanted to fuck her in your bed, where you had her earlier…’
He felt a slight nod, a brief jerk of the head before Remus stilled again, to listen intently.
‘But we did for a minute or two.’ He lowered his voice even further, trying to make it husky, sexy, trying to turn Remus on so he could convince him of how good this was, so that he could continue with his plans, with Zanna. ‘I pushed her down and lay on top of her, kissing her neck to distract her, thrusting her down into the bed and feeling her push up against me, and I bet with her eyes closed she could hardly tell which of us it was, you or me, which of us it was grinding against her.’
Remus was trembling against him now, and Sirius glanced down, noticing his fingernails curled into the dirt.
‘We should do this again,’ he said, pulling away and standing up suddenly, ‘but the other way round; it’s your turn this time. We’ll give her a few days, then I’ll persuade her again. And she won’t be able to say no to you after she’s been with me, because she thinks you don’t know.’
‘Yes,’ muttered Remus, standing too, but not meeting his eyes, ‘yes.’
#
Remus was nervous around him now, unsure of how to behave. Possibly for Remus this was just another shameful secret to hide. But he was clever too, was more open in showing off his girlfriend, made their touches and caresses more open and visible when Sirius was around, so that it began to be completely normal for him to spend most of his break and study times trying to hide an erection.
#
Sirius decided that it had to happen very soon. The way Remus had looked at breakfast -eyes dark and pleading, a gorgeous look of desperate need on his face, as if he were dying of sexual frustration- and now the way Zanna was looking at him as he pretended to just be casually chatting with her while they ate lunch. He hoped no-one else could understand her expression; nervous and excited with I want you in her eyes, because it was so clear to him, accompanied by that glorious rush of power induced by someone wanting you.
He cast Remus a quick glance as Zanna excused herself from the table, a warning suggestion for him to distract James and Peter, and then he stood and followed her out the doors.
He didn’t bother with any niceties, just grasped her arm as he caught up and dragged her into the nearest cupboard, the one he imagined that Remus liked to fuck her in. She didn’t seem surprised either; kissing him eagerly as he pushed her into the wall and they scrabbled at each others’ clothes.
‘Oh god…’ she moaned.
‘Ready now?’
‘Oh yes…’
Sirius smiled widely as he slid her robes up her leg with one hand, his fingers finding their way inside her knickers, then up inside her, listening to her gasp and thinking of the way Remus would soon be doing the same thing, Remus’ long, thin fingers twisting inside her.
Fingers still slippery, he slid them further back, between her buttocks now, and stroked. She gasped.
‘Is that good?’ he whispered, tentative, because he’d always wanted to do this.
She made that little whimpery-groan that he knew meant oh yes and oh you shouldn’t both at once, so he persisted, but cautiously. He turned her so she faced the wall and continued from there; lips on her neck, his palm cupping a buttock, index finger trying to work inside. He unwrapped his other arm from around her, hurrying to lift his own robes and lower his underwear, so he could push his cock to her arse, imagining Remus doing it like this.
‘Is that okay?’ he asked, moaning a little and beginning to rub against her, watching her arse, and himself, very intently.
‘Mmm,’ she mumbled, ‘but you can’t-‘ her head leaned back on his shoulder, ‘you can’t do it like that.’
‘But if you like it…’
‘No way, Black,’ she said pointedly, mouth against his chin.
He sighed, having expected that, and bent her forwards again. ‘But I can like this.’ He positioned their bodies together and slid inside her, gently, but amazed, as always, at how easy-to-excite she was, like a man. He smiled when she braced her palms to the wall, just like he’d imagined she would with Remus, as Remus thrust into her, and he would be pretending, like Sirius was, that he was fucking her differently.
He wondered where Remus would take her; their room, or another cupboard, or even this one, or would that be too much of a giveaway? Zanna huffed, batted his overly-distracted hand away and removed one of her palms from the wall. Oh yes, Remus would definitely want her in here at some point.
#
When he opened the cupboard door he was surprised to glance Remus waiting by the corner. He jerked his head quickly and Remus hid.
‘I’ll see you later,’ Zanna said, not looking at him.
‘Yeah,’ he muttered, already too distracted, smiling at the thought of Remus waiting outside for them to finish.
‘Hey,’ he said, catching up with Remus, whose eyes were wide and bright. ‘Cigarette?’
‘It’s raining.’
‘S’okay; there’ll be no-one in the dormitory.’
‘I’ve been thinking,’ Remus said, walking too close, and Sirius fancied he was trying to breathe the smell in off his skin, ‘that I could probably persuade her to do it in your bed.’
‘Really?’ he asked, suddenly breathless at the idea of going up to bed that night, nestling into his sheets and being surrounded by the scent of Remus and sex.
‘Yeah. I could tell her that you always have girls in our beds, just to annoy us, and that I want to pay you back. She’ll be too guilty and distracted to say no.’
‘Yes.’ Sirius was surprised at an idea that needed such a depth of cunning and sly planning coming from Remus. He told the Fat Lady the password and they rushed up to their dormitory.
‘So…?’ asked Remus, hitching one knee onto the window-seat to reach up and push wide the top window-pane. Sirius found himself drinking in the view of the length of his friend’s body, imagining it stretched over Zanna, white and naked.
‘Well you were there, practically, weren’t you listening?’ Sirius asked as they settled, sitting on the window-seat, legs arranged tangled together.
Remus blushed as Sirius ran the filter of a cigarette along Remus’ bottom lip, encouraging him to open his mouth. He pursed his lips around it and accepted the offered light.
‘Were you?’
‘I couldn’t hang around outside the cupboard; someone could have noticed and looked in. Then what would they have thought?’
‘S’pose.’ Sirius was disappointed though; Remus should have had his ear pinned to the door, listening for the noises they made. The rustling of robes, the wet smack of hurried kisses, the grunts and moans and thrusts. ‘You ever done it in that cupboard?’
‘Yeah, once,’ Remus replied, still blushing, arm extended up to flick ash through the window, and Sirius wondered why he was so fascinated by Remus’ delicate wrists.
‘Up against the wall, her legs wrapped around you?’ Sirius asked, intently, leaning forward.
Remus, a little twitchy, looked rather shocked. ‘You can hold her up?’
‘Yeah.’
‘That’s what you were-‘
‘Not that time, no. I had her facing the wall, bent over-‘
‘Oh…’ Remus actually moaned. ‘Oh. I didn’t know you could do it like that.’
‘You didn’t? Do you do any interesting positions at all?’ He was, again, disappointed; that Remus never took her from behind, holding her waist, his slim hips rocking against her arse.
‘I-‘ Remus was blushing even hotter. ‘I like it when she goes on top of me…’
Sirius sighed, eyes closing slightly, at the vision of Zanna atop Remus, fucking him hard.
‘But you should try more, have you ever…’ Sirius trailed off, trying to think of a way of saying it without using the word ‘dog’. ‘Ever been behind her, had her over a desk or something? Oh, you should try that. But not tonight,’ he added hastily, ‘you have to be in my bed tonight.’
‘Yes. If I can wait that long…’ Remus added, shifting uncomfortably, whole body very fidgety and his skin gloriously flushed.
‘You have to,’ Sirius told him, dropping his cigarette down, ‘you’ll be fine. Come on,’ he clapped Remus on the knee, causing him to jump, ‘we’ve got Care of Magical Creatures; there’s nothing less erotic than Kettleburn’s missing fingers and what’s left of his right ear.’
Remus cringed and stood up, very carefully, and Sirius smiled as he took in the sharp swelling, visible at the front of Remus’ robes.
#
Sirius had a very unfortunate detention and was therefore last up to bed. Just before he climbed in, Remus looked over from where he sat reading in bed, and they shared secret smiles, the only hint he’d had that their mission had been accomplished. Sirius cocked his head to the side, a silent question.
‘Yes,’ Remus answered, quietly in case the others weren’t quite sleeping, ‘we did.’
Sirius smiled as he pulled the curtains across and burrowed under the covers; his bed definitely smelt more of Remus than of her -maybe that meant she’d been on top, her fucking him- and he wound one arm around his pillow, and the fingers of the other around his cock, breathing deeply and stroking as he imagined the two of them -her legs wide as Remus slid up inside her, his cock thick as it penetrated- and he came, gasping, with his face buried in the pillow, unsure as to whether he wanted Remus to be able to hear him or not.
#
Sirius had thought nothing could surpass that time in the cupboard, fucking her and knowing Remus was waiting and imagining, but persuading her onto Remus’ bed made it the best time ever; Remus’ unwashed sheets thick with the scent of Remus’ sticky-sweet skin, knowing that she’d been with him in this bed, on top of him, her thighs rested against his sharply-angled hips, looking down at him, watching his face transform as he cried out and came.
#
‘We have to do it again, soon.’ Sirius insisted, lighting his second cigarette as they hung out of the dormitory window, forced to smoke indoors while the rest of the school were spread over the grounds and enjoying the lunchtime sunshine.
‘Yeah, I knew you had on Thursday, but she pretended she had her, you know.’
‘Did she? How did you know she hadn’t?’
‘Well I think I… do something to that. Er, you see-‘
‘What, like, when you’re-‘
‘Um, yeah.’ He bit his lip, a neat little nip of the teeth, and stared down at his fag. ‘It’s useful; that she’s not in the mood at the same time I’m not.’
Sirius laughed, jostling Remus’ shoulder with his elbow, enjoying watching him blush. ‘So how should we go about it this time?’
‘I knew you had on Thursday anyway,’ Remus continued, ignoring him, ‘because you were in my bed.’
‘Yeah.’
‘I could smell you, and her. What were you-‘
‘I had her on her front,’ Sirius interrupted eagerly, ‘face down on your pillow,’ he added, around the cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
Remus reached over shyly and plucked the cig from his lips -one finger stroking Sirius’ upper lip slightly- and pressed it between his own. ‘And…?’ he urged.
‘I like it like that,’ Sirius found himself saying, ‘she won’t let me take her up the arse, but I can pretend, when I’m behind her.’
Remus was just staring, lips slightly parted and damp, and Sirius knew that he definitely rather liked the idea.
‘You should try and see if she’ll let you; she might, because you’re her boyfriend.’ That would be almost as good, Sirius decided, shuffling nearer to his friend, for Remus to fuck her like that, then he could picture it, and Remus could describe it all to him in that timid, self-conscious way of his.
‘Doubt it. I think she prefers you anyway,’ Remus muttered unhappily.
‘Nah, she likes both of us,’ Sirius reassured him, ‘she likes to have one of us in the other’s bed, doesn’t she?’ He smiled again at the memory. ‘And that’s so good, isn’t it? I bet you loved it,’ he said, voice growing hoarse, ‘climbing into bed and finding we’d been there. I bet you had a wank as soon as you realised.’ And that was a perfect way to make Remus all shocked and blushy, oh yes. ‘It isn’t anything to be ashamed of; I did that time.’
‘I know; I heard you,’ Remus whispered.
‘You did?’
‘Yeah… you were very fast,’ he added, nervously.
‘Yes, well.’ And he was joining in the blushing now. ‘Obviously it was very -good. Knowing she’d been in my bed, straddling you, your cock-‘ He coughed, strangely hesitant to discuss this himself. ‘Your cock all thick and hard…’
‘Uhm…’
‘Yeah…’ Sirius whispered. Remus looked rather confused, chewing on the pad of his own thumb and anxiously watching Sirius, and all Sirius could think about was Remus’ cock, similarly swollen and desperate right now, and with the three of them so close, it was hardly very different.
He leaned in and smoothly lifted Remus’ robes, shifting even nearer still so that their legs were more tangled, and let his fingers slip into Remus’ underwear, touching the warm hardness of him.
He carefully rested his palm against the length of Remus’ cock, before closing his fingers around and beginning to stroke. Remus cried out a little at that, shocked, but he didn’t protest.
Sirius smiled, gently, because this made sense, made it so much easier to picture Remus and Zanna together, as he slid his fingers over Remus’ prick. Now he knew what Remus looked like aroused, that perfect blush, knew the smooth, hard feel of his cock, knew the little whimpers he made, louder and more intense than his girlfriend’s.
‘Does she ever give you a blow-job?’ Sirius whispered, touching his forehead to Remus’.
‘Once, once she did.’
Sirius kept his eyes on Remus’ lap, on his own fingers, and licked his lips at the thought, Zanna’s lips around Remus, his cock heavy on her tongue. ‘Yeah, was it good?’
‘Not that, really, she- didn’t seem to, to enjoy it very much, ah-‘
‘Why not? God, why wouldn’t she enjoy it?’ Sirius was amazed at that, that she could have not liked it; not liked Remus’ cock filling her mouth, sliding between her lips.
He scrambled off the seat and knelt on the floor, before the idea had even fully formed in his head. ‘Si-‘ Remus attempted to say, but then just moaned again as Sirius pressed his lips to the tip of him. ‘Sirius, I- I-I’m- going to-‘
Sirius slid his mouth over and could already taste him, bitter and good, and swirled a lick around as Remus cried out and came, so hard in Sirius’ mouth.
‘Sirius…’ Sirius dug his fingers into Remus’ bare thighs, swiping in one last lick, so aroused and knowing he just had to come, right now.
How he’d never thought of it before, he didn’t know, how he’d never thought of fucking Remus, but god he wanted to, and right away. ‘Bed, now,’ he ordered, ‘and take your clothes off.’ He began to wrench his own clothes free too, as they staggered to the nearest bed, pulling at each others’ clothes, because he needed to feel more of Remus’ skin, and wondered how you did this, because he needed to, but girls were slippery, and boys weren’t, or not ‘til after.
Remus knelt on the bed, still flushed and panting and watching. ‘Take that off as well,’ Sirius scrambled up too and tugged impatiently at the hem of his t-shirt, ‘and on your front,’ he pointed out, but instead Remus reached for him, clasping his face in both hands, and kissed him, hard on the lips.
He looked rather frightened when Sirius pulled away, after, as if he thought he’d done something wrong, but Sirius was too shocked to even know what was wrong and what wasn’t, and a sick and weird -yet warm- feeling was tracing through him, the knowledge that Remus wanted him, and this, breaking slowly over him.
Remus turned and calmly lay, chest down and rested on his forearms, soft, brown hair splayed forwards on the pillow, his long, white back, and the perfect, pert curve of his arse, raised slightly; wanting, offering. Sirius reached out for him, impatient. Leaning over, he pressed his hands to Remus’ thighs, lifting him to let his cock push, urgently, against Remus’ arse. He didn’t know what to do, really, only knew what he wanted to do, and that his cock was throbbing, and that Remus felt so good.
Sirius leant in further, resting his elbows on the bed either side of Remus’ body, feeling the hot, slightly clammy skin of Remus’ back against his chest. He kissed a shoulder, as he would have done with Zanna, and shuddered as his cock slid achingly through the cleft of Remus’ buttocks. ‘Oh, Remus,’ he whispered, and Remus moaned a little in response. ‘Oh…’ He jerked his hips again, frantic with lust and, oh god, and he was going to come now, because all he could feel and smell and hear was Remus, and he didn’t need to search for a taste of him on someone else’s skin, because he was right there and underneath him, wriggling and whimpering, his arse against Sirius’ hips, against his cock-
-and then he was coming, the feeling breaking over him as he thrust faster against Remus, wanting to be inside him, gasping and crying out, his face buried in Remus’ neck.
‘Oh god,’ he mumbled, ‘oh god, oh god, oh god…’
Remus seemed to be trembling underneath him, his forehead touching the pillow, hair splayed out, and the smooth arch of his long neck made Sirius need to kiss it. So he did.
‘Oh god, Moony, oh god, that’s what I wanted all along, wasn’t it?’ Sirius rolled off, feeling all agitated, his whole body somehow more tense and edgy, finding his hands couldn’t be stopped from frantically twitching all over Remus’ skin. ‘We don’t need her, we could just have each other and do that, and do it properly, oh yes. And why,’ he continued, while he kissed impatiently at whichever part of Remus was currently nearest, ‘did we never do that before? We have to do it again, and again, and I have to be inside you, and- Are you okay? Remus…’
‘Mm? Yes, oh yes.’ Remus was staring at him oddly, eyes bright and strange.
The words ‘you do want to, don’t you?’ were on the tip of Sirius’ tongue before he realised. ‘Oh. Oh, you knew didn’t you? You knew that-‘
‘No, no I didn’t.’
‘Then what? If you didn’t know I wanted to-‘
‘I didn’t know- I didn’t know that you wanted to.’ Remus was doing those shaky breaths again, fingers trembling even as they combed through Sirius’ hair.
‘Oh, but I do, and oh…’ His wandering hands met with Remus’ keen erection and he let his palm curl around it. ‘Oh yes, we’re doing this again now.’
‘But-‘
‘No buts, just-‘ He stopped talking as Remus’ eyes flickered closed to enjoy the stroking of his hand. ‘Oh, yes, look at you, I always imagined, how you must look, when you’re with her, and oh- now you’re all mine,’ Sirius whispered.
And I don’t have to imagine, he thought, as Remus moaned, so softly, and lay back as Sirius touched him. Remus was gentler than Sirius had thought he’d be, somehow more feminine and even more beautiful. When had he stopped imagining himself as Remus fucking Zanna and started thinking about it the other way round?
‘Do you want to fuck me?’ he asked Remus, lowering his voice to that hopefully-sexy tone that usually made Remus wriggle so itchily.
‘No, no, I want you to fuck me,’ Remus mumbled, shyly but determinedly, his eyes tight-shut, and Sirius moaned again, nuzzling closer to Remus’ ear as a spark of lust crackled it’s way through his body, despite it being too soon.
‘Oh, I will,’ Sirius said, quickening the movement of his hand and groaning as Remus did, watching him arch his hips off the bed. ‘I’ll have you bent over a desk, and I’ll fuck you so well, with my hand on your cock like this and-‘ He quieted as Remus cried out and came, oh again, and this time he could watch; Remus’ face creased with his pleasure.
‘We’re supposed to be in Potions; I was trying to point out earlier,’ Remus said, once he’d started to breathe more evenly.
‘Sod Potions! Sod everything! You and I are staying here and doing this forever,’ Sirius told him, kissing his neck persuasively. ‘Did I ever tell you what a nice arse you have?’