FIC: Good to be Home [R/S - NC-17]
Title: Good to be Home
Summary: When Sirius arrives at the office after being gone for over five weeks, Remus can't keep his hands off him.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Authors notes: Many thanks to irish_lily for the betaing! :D
Kinks: public sex, biting, hair pulling, rough sex. (hope you like Liz! *g*)
For the lovely sethkyne_blue who I miss terribly :)
Ding! "Have a great day!" the elevator chimed as it opened on the fourth floor. Remus nodded blearily and exited. The fourth floor was the home of many departments, including the Aurors’ and the Werewolf Ministry. Sirius and James worked at the former, Remus the latter. Peter didn’t work in the Ministry but at his Dad’s repair company fixing magical appliances and the like. In a few years when his dad retired, he would take over.
"I need coffee," he thought as he walked down through the sea of cubicles to his office. After a series of lawsuits concerning the multiple suicides of werewolves, the Ministry had decided to hire a counsellor. Remus knew it was only to appease the public than out of any real concern, but he didn’t care. It gave him a job. As a counsellor to newly transformed werewolves, they had given him an office as a semblance of privacy more than anything else. Of course, Remus’ sessions with the lycanthropes were transcribed by magic quill and anyone could come look them up if they wanted to. After all, as werewolves were not considered people, they didn’t have the same confidentiality rights. The office was more a courtesy than actual confidentiality.
"Coffee, Remus?" his co-worker Sheila Hobbs asked as she held out a cup. Remus took it gratefully from her chubby fingers with a weary smile before disappearing into his office.
He set the coffee down on his desk and stared straight ahead for a moment before opening a drawer to his left and fishing inside. He took out a carefully folded piece of parchment and unfolded it along the well worn creases. He liked to see how long he could last before he needed to see Sirius’ letter, before he needed to run his fingers along the parchment as if he were touching Sirius himself. Perhaps ‘note’ was more accurate. It only said the following:
R-
Ran into trouble at the border. Coming Home.
S.
But it was the only piece of Sirius he had right now and he would take what he could get. He reread it one more time and ran a hand through his greying brown hair. It was all he had heard of Sirius in two weeks and while the ‘Coming Home’ part was reassuring, the ‘trouble at the border’ part was much less so. He wished Sirius could have written more. True, they all knew the protocol for writing home was: no names, no personal details, no details about work, no details at all, but he still wished… He shook his head a little as he rubbed the worn parchment between his fingers before re-folding it and putting it back in the drawer with a small sigh. He reached across his desk to grab the pile of cases for that day. He was just reading through the third when there was a small knock at his door.
"Come in," he called, swivelling his chair expectantly towards the door.
Sheila poked her curly blonde-haired head around the door.
"I thought you would want to know that they’re back," she said, a small smile appearing on her face.
"They’re back?"
She nodded. "Just floo’d into the foyer and are on their way up."
Remus scrambled out of his chair before reminding himself to calm down. He followed Sheila out of the office and towards the elevators where a few people were waiting. Aurors came and went all the time, but Sirius and the other three Aurors on his team had been gone almost five weeks later than they were expected. To say Remus missed him was a gross understatement.
He noticed James and went to stand beside him. James patted him on the back briefly in a friendly gesture before flashing him a grin. He knew that Remus had missed Sirius even more than he had.
There was the echo of the familiar ding before the doors slid open, revealing Sirius and two Aurors. James and Remus exchanged worried looks. Sirius looked fairly put together in a black Muggle suit and tie, but a long cut marred his face and he looked like a mild hex might finish him off, although Remus knew otherwise. The other Aurors looked much the same, if not worse.
"Where’s Kent?" someone asked in the crowd.
"St. Mungo’s," Sirius replied. "They think he’ll be fine."
Remus could almost feel the mutual exhale of the crowd as the Aurors stepped forward off the elevator. Sirius beelined towards Remus and James as soon as he saw them and they briefly exchanged hand shakes and manly pats on the back as well as murmured ‘job well done’s.
"Remus," Sirius said finally. "Might I have a word in my office?"
"Uhm," Remus said, looking down at his watch and pretending that he was a very busy and important person, "I suppose I could spare a few minutes."
"Excellent. Meet me in five?"
Remus nodded and meandered down towards Sirius’ cubicle, leaving Sirius and James talking.
When he got there, he sat in Sirius’ chair and studied his bulletin board. Pictures of James, Lily, Peter and Remus took up one third of the board. The rest was covered in memos, pictures of dangerous wizards and marked up maps. Remus smiled faintly as James leaned forward to kiss Lily in a picture. He could hear Sirius’ barking laugh coming from somewhere and was slightly horrified, though not surprised, to find he had an immediate physical response. He glanced at his watch. He had to wait another seven hours before he could take care of his needs properly with Sirius between his legs. Just that thought was enough to make him even harder.
"Sorry, had to talk with a few people and wash up," Sirius said as he swept into the cubicle. Remus smiled at his improved appearance. He had tied his long hair back in a ponytail and wiped the dried blood away from his cut.
"We had to go a little incognito Muggle-style to get back," Sirius said sheepishly when he noticed Remus looking over his person.
Remus stood and shook his head absently. "You look good."
"I missed you," Sirius groaned softly as he pulled Remus towards him. He breathed into Remus’ neck before kissing him gently near his jaw.
"Sirius…"
"Let them see," Sirius said defiantly. "I expected to be able to do this five weeks ago and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let anyone in this office stop me, Aurors or no."
Remus smiled at the comical idea of the Aurors circling them like vultures and firing off hexes, trying to make them stop kissing.
"You have missed me," Remus said in an amused tone when he felt Sirius hard against his thigh.
"You have no idea," Sirius groaned.
"I might," Remus replied and pushed his hips against Sirius’. He gasped softly as Sirius bit down into his neck. That was going to leave a mark.
"I have half a mind to throw you down onto my desk and take you right here."
"I wouldn’t complain," Remus admitted as he rubbed himself against Sirius in slow circles.
"They might," Sirius said darkly, pulling himself away slowly from Remus although it looked like it pained him to do so.
"We could go to my office," Remus suggested.
"That Sheila is always checking up on you. I think she has a crush on you."
Remus snorted even though it was probably true.
"But I want you now," Remus murmured, realising as he said it how much he sounded like a petulant child.
"As soon as we get home I’ll ravage you senseless, I promise," Sirius said and kissed Remus briefly on the cheek.
"I’m going to hold you to that," Remus said with a smile, and then as an afterthought, "It’s good to have you home."
"Oh God, it’s so good to be home," Sirius sighed. "It was a nightmare. But I don’t want to talk about it now," Sirius said abruptly, and Remus nodded in understanding. He knew Sirius would come out with it in time at the most inopportune moment when he thought Remus wasn’t really listening, and Remus would pretend to not be really listening so that Sirius could talk about it and not feel ashamed about admitting he was afraid or nervous.
"I’ll see you at home. Don’t forget your promise," Remus said over his shoulder as he left Sirius’ cubicle and made his way back to his office.
Once in his office he drew the blinds and sat at his desk. He unpinned the picture of Sirius he kept on his bulletin board and held it carefully in his hands. Sometimes the amount of emotion this man made him feel was unbearable.
It was more than friendship, more than lust, more than anything he had ever felt before. He pinned the picture back carefully and leaned back in his chair. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift to what Sirius was going to do to him once they got home. He would probably throw Remus against a wall in his rush to get near him. Sirius craved closeness like most people craved sex. It had taken Remus a while to get used to, that someone always wanted to touch him, to be near him, to be inside him. Independent by nature, it had taken a little bit of time to understand that Sirius just needed closeness like Remus needed space sometimes.
Now though, all Remus wanted was Sirius near him, touching him, inside him. Six weeks and an ocean was more than enough space. His cock hardened at the thought of Sirius touching him and he groaned softly in frustration. He wondered if they could feign sickness and get the rest of the day off. James would see right through it of course, but there was a chance the supervisors wouldn’t.
He glanced at his day timer. No good. He had an appointment in an hour. While he could reason blowing off work to blow off Sirius, he couldn’t bring himself to turn away a werewolf because of his own primal needs. He glanced at the clock once more. Perhaps he could slip to the loo for a quick wank. He had never done it before, but he knew James occasionally did. Not that James was the person to set normal behaviour by.
Decision made, he rose from his chair and made his way to the washrooms with purpose.
Once inside, Remus glanced under the stalls. If it could be helped, he would rather not have the entire office hear him having it off. There was no one there, however. He probably had a half hour before they would finish their morning coffees and teas and come searching for the washroom. Until then…
He was about to step into a cubicle when the door flew open. He glanced behind himself self-consciously and almost came in his pants. Sirius had just entered, untucking his shirt as the door closed soundlessly behind him. He had left his jacket in his cubicle and his black tie was loosened. A strand of hair had come out of his pony tail and he tucked it behind his ear as he noticed Remus standing there, halfway into a cubicle.
"Oh, hello there mate," he said with a nod and a half smile. His eyes widened as Remus came quickly towards him, walking with purpose. Before he could open his mouth to speak, however, Remus was driving him back against the wall and devouring him whole.
"Hullo there Moony," Sirius choked out once they had come up for a bit of air.
"I have an hour until my next appointment," Remus said in a voice so low and desperate he barely recognised himself.
Sirius’ wand was out so fast it was a blur and Remus could barely make out the various locking charms as they flew off his lips gracefully.
"God, I love you," Remus moaned against Sirius’ lips. Sirius bit his lower lip in reply before pushing off the wall with his foot and pushing Remus into the middle of the bathroom. He undid Remus’ robes hastily, all but tearing off the buttons. They puddled on the floor, unnoticed by either man as Sirius next went to work on Remus’ shirt. He untucked it quickly, rumpling it in the process in his eagerness to get Remus’ trousers down.
"I missed you," Remus breathed as he pushed against Sirius, trying to get closer, trying to climb inside him.
"God yes," Sirius moaned in return before Remus thrust his tongue into Sirius’ open mouth. He pushed against Sirius frantically until they hit a wall. When they hit it, they hit it hard. There was a soft cracking noise as Sirius’ body collided with the mirror and then a louder crack as his head quickly followed.
"Are you-?" Remus asked, pulling back quickly.
"Yes," Sirius replied immediately and nipped at Remus’ lip. "Get your trousers off." He turned them so Remus’ back was against the mirror, Sirius’ face reflected in the shards. Sirius stepped back a moment then, as if noticing the cut on his face for the first time. He touched it gingerly, tracing his fingers along it.
"Oh no you don’t," Remus said, reaching out and grasping Sirius’ tie. "You can look at yourself later." He wrapped it around his hand once before tugging, bringing Sirius back to him. They kissed roughly then, almost with anger as they tore at each others trousers. They stepped out of their pants and tossed them aside, throwing caution to the wind as they stood in the public restroom half naked.
Remus hesitated then, glancing quickly at the door. As if reading his mind, Sirius murmured, "we don’t have to, but if we don’t I’m jerking off into the sink and you can’t stop me."
Remus smiled and rested his hands on Sirius’ shoulders as he wrapped one leg around Sirius’ waist. Sirius bent slightly to grasp Remus’ arse and pulled him flush against him. Remus sighed softly as he wrapped his other leg around Sirius. This felt real, this felt right, he thought as his cock rubbed against Sirius’ stomach. They exhaled at the same time and for a moment Remus thought that this might be enough, that this closeness was enough. Then Remus felt Sirius’ tip at his entrance and knew that he wanted more. He braced himself as Sirius pushed his cock slowly into him, murmuring the lubrication charm as he went. Without any preparation, it hurt like hell and Remus ground his teeth against the pain. Soon though, the pain became pleasure as Sirius rocked him up and down on his cock, fucking him slowly. Too slowly it seemed to Remus and without thinking he wrapped his hand around Sirius’ ponytail and pulled.
"Harder," he ground out. "Fuck me harder."
Sirius didn’t answer but Remus knew he had heard him by the way he slammed Remus up against the mirror without mercy.
"Harder," Remus repeated again and was rewarded with Sirius’ grunts and moans as he pushed roughly into Remus again and again. There was the small tinkling sound of glass hitting the floor as Remus was repeatedly slammed against the broken mirror until he was sure his shirt was cut and probably bloodied. But none of that mattered. All that mattered was Sirius’ cock moving in and out of him. In and out. In and -
"Harder." Remus pulled Sirius’ ponytail again, more brutally and Sirius groaned but not in pain as Remus might have expected, but in wanton lust. Remus wrapped Sirius’ hair around his fist and pulled again until Sirius’ head was held back, his throat exposed. Remus touched his lips to that bare throat before biting down hard, flicking out his tongue to taste the sweat and skin there. Sirius gave a loud animalistic moan of pleasure as he came inside Remus, thrusting erratically. Remus pushed his hips against Sirius, trying to find friction and not succeeding as he would like. He bit back a groan of disappointment as Sirius pulled out his softening cock. He unwrapped his legs and stood on shaking legs, his erection still prominent. He was about to touch himself when Sirius dropped to his knees suddenly and took Remus into his mouth.
Remus grabbed onto Sirius’ shoulder as he almost fell over with the force of Sirius sucking him off. One of Sirius’ arms snaked around his waist while the other rested on his hip as his head rocked back and forth on Remus’ cock. Remus spread his legs when Sirius’ fingers nudged at his entrance and soon he was rocking his hips as Sirius fucked him with his fingers even while he wrapped his mouth around Remus’ cock. It didn’t take long under that talented tongue before Remus was coming long and hard into Sirius’ mouth. Sirius took it all like he always did and even licked his lips as if making sure he didn’t miss any.
They dressed in silence, stealing glances at each other while doing up their trousers. Remus tucked his shirt into his trousers and was looking for where Sirius had thrown his robe when a warm pair of arms embraced him. He turned and returned the embrace with a soft exhale.
He closed his eyes briefly as Sirius tangled one hand in his hair and traced meaningless patterns on his back with the other. He could feel Sirius’ heartbeat through his chest, a soft rhythmic thudding almost soothing in its steadiness.
Sirius went to pull away but Remus held on. "Just one more minute," he murmured.
"It’s good to be home," Sirius whispered against his neck and for the first time in six weeks Remus felt himself relax.