Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-02 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, remus lupin, remus/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Number 46: Sirius/Remus :: Gift for riot_grrrl_ria
Title: Number 46
Author/Artist:
Recipient: riot_grrrl_ria
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,474
Warnings: Boy sex?
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Sirius and Remus are on an Order mission and Sirius has other things on his mind.
Author's Notes: Sorry it's late!!
"I don't understand why we're still here," Sirius whined. No, not a whine, he wasn't a whiner or complainer. It was an honest statement, just with a hint of a pout and okay, maybe just a little whine, but Peter wasn't here to do the whining for him. Sirius had to fulfill that part, because neither he nor James were here. James was, of course, off with Lily. Not that Sirius minded the alone time with Remus, he would just have preferred if their mission had taken them to Brighton or Bath, or even Leeds. Remus would have loved a getaway that involved massive cloisters and libraries. But no. James and Lily were frolicking in the woods around Cardiff, probably having wonderful, musky camping sex while he was here, in a dusty, 'haunted' house with a werewolf who wouldn't give in to his advances. Oh ew, he really shouldn't have just thought that about James and Lily.
The sour look on Sirius' face must have been very telling because Remus raised an eyebrow at him, clearly amused by what he thought Sirius was thinking. Sirius loathed that look. It was knowing and amused, and Sirius disliked people who found amusement in other peoples' discomfort and misfortune.
He was also a very large hypocrite, but Sirius never let him get that down.
Sirius straightened out his shirt and paused in front of a very dusty mirror, but still managed to check himself out, smoothing down a few errant eyebrow hairs with his pinkie.
"I must say, it only took you two minutes, that time," Remus said in that quiet, yet commanding voice. Sirius looked over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the other man. Remus snorted, and Sirius gave himself a point on his mental chalkboard.
"What can I say, I'm bored. Time ceases to hold any meaning for me when I end up in the bored category," Sirius drawled, moving on from the mirror to check out the other stuff in the room. His fingers itched to drag through the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over everything. He couldn't, though. They had to make it seem like they'd never been anywhere near the place.
Sirius could feel Remus' eyes on him, watching him closely. Sirius couldn't tell if it was incredulous or awe-filled without turning to look at him. Sirius decided he was going to go with awestruck, because who wouldn't be? He was Sirius Black after all.
"You could be helping me out with these wards, you know. There is a reason why we're here, even if you don't understand it."
Sirius rolled his eyes "I do know. Some kids saw ghosts and what they described to the bobbies – you know, I've also never understood that name. Are they all called Bobby or what?" Sirius grinned to himself at the slightly impatient noise Remus made at the change of subject. Clearly Remus wanted to confirm that Sirius knew why they were there, so Sirius relented on the teasing (for now). "They described what is assumed to be apparating with mist. Which means either that Benjy and Frank were goofing off or that there are Death Eaters afoot. So, we are here, checking for current wards, which I found," Sirius added, making his way closer to Remus, trying to do it without seeming like he was intentionally doing it. "And now you're tying spy like wards into them. Though if we've found their secret lair, I must say we've completely overestimated their decorating ability. It's difficult to imagine Lucius Malfoy sitting here, taking his orders."
Sirius tugged the bottom of his shirt down and crossed his arms, standing next to Remus and looking at the corner of the ceiling that the wards were being worked into, admiring it like he was at an art gallery. Remus paid him little attention, which Sirius absolutely hated.
It was a long minute or five (Sirius never carried a watch and had very poor accuracy with time anyway) of Remus weaving magic into the wards, and Sirius watched him closely from the corner of his eye. "Why did you wear that shirt?" Remus finally asked, stepping back from his work and turning to Sirius.
"This shirt?" Sirius asked innocently, tugging the worn Order t-shirt down again with a cheeky smile. "Why, do you want me to take it off?"
Remus never fully rolled his eyes, but the statement caused him to snort just a little, and Sirius gave himself another point for getting that reaction. "I just want to know what possessed you to wear a shirt, that two years ago was too small for you." Remus reached over and ran one of his talented fingers across the strip of skin on his back that appeared whenever Sirius moved or breathed. Okay, maybe the shirt was a little tight in the shoulders and chest. And maybe a little too small and nostalgic, but Sirius had worn it because James had worn his too.
Though, James had not grown out of his, the bastard.
Sirius' breath hitched just a bit at the light touching but he tried to play it off. "This shirt is a symbol, and I'll never truly outgrow it. I'll wear it to my grave, Moony."
"I'm sure it will fit you just fine, when you're a hundred and forty. Right now though, you look quite like a giant prat."
Sirius turned and looked at Remus with an incredibly shocked look on his face, "Moony R. Lupin, did you just!" he sputtered, putting his hand on his chest and playing the emotions up. Sirius gave himself just another point when Remus couldn't hold back a smile, but he couldn't drop the ball now. Sirius gave Remus a miffed look and moved around him to the next corner, pulling out his wand to check the wards.
Remus laughed lightly. "I've finished, Padfood. You were checking out what was in the kitchen-"
"Putting up very important wards," Sirius corrected, crossing his arms and turning to look at Remus, very unimpressed.
"- and eating snacks," Remus continued as if he'd not been rudely interrupted, "While I worked on this room. We're done."
Remus gave Sirius the once over before stepping closer, effectively pinning Sirius into the corner without touching him. "Almost done. Do you still keep that list?"
Sirius frowned a moment before the memory came to him. The List of Things To See, Pranks To Pull, and People To Do and Places In Which To Do Them. Sirius' mouth went try. "Number forty-six was always my favorite."
"Getting sucked off while in a haunted house," Remus recited, his smirk causing a stir in Sirius' cock.
"Ah yes, but I think shagging while in a haunted house sounds better, don't you?" Sirius reached forward and tugged Remus closer by his belt buckle. "I was such a short-sited teenager."
"Are you trying to bargain, my friend? I fear that you have no say in this matter. Besides, do you really want to have me on my hands and knees on this dirty, dirty floor?" Remus asked, barely finishing the question before Sirius was kissing him hard and pushing the werewolf back until his legs hit the arm of the moth ball ridden couch, sending the pair of them tipping over it.
They landed on the cushions still kissing as the cloud of dust rose from their fall, settling on them. Sirius didn't care. This was still hot, even with the added layer of grim. Sirius made short work of Remus' belt buckle, working quickly and familiarly (it was his after all), feeling an urgent need for Remus now that translated into their kiss – lots of tongue and teeth and very little need for restraint. They were in an abandoned house with the shades drawn shut. What more privacy could they need? There was even an intruder ward on the house for now, to alert them of any incoming strangers.
Remus moaned in such a way that it went down Sirius' spine and reverberated throughout his body. Sirius loved making the reserved and very controlled werewolf moan and groan. Urged on by the pleasured noises, Sirius tugged Remus' shirt up to his shoulders and started to kiss the newly exposed skin, paying care to avoid some of the newer and still red scars from last week's romping.
Sirius licked his way down Remus' belly, one hand finding his nipple and slowly drawing circles around it, making the circles smaller and smaller and running his finger over the nub a few times before pressing down not so gently. Sirius smirked against Remus' stomach as the other man growled in response to the teasing.
The previously idle hands came to rest on Sirius' shoulders, not so subtly pushing him lower. Sirius laughed lightly and slid his hands down Remus' sides, digging his fingers in lightly. One of Remus' hands came up to grip Sirius' hair and when they reached the recently shorn locks, Remus growled again, this time deep in his chest, giving his voice the gravelly tone Sirius loved.
"Sirius, you've got to do something about this haircut. There's nothing to grab," Remus said, flexing his fingers against the back of Sirius' skull.
Sirius looked up at Remus, mid-lick, and raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, I tired the hair growth potions, but since Benjy and Frank are the only ones who know how all that Droobles got into my hair in the first place, they'd be the ones to ask about why the potions won't work. I can go find them if you'd like…" Sirius made like he was getting up, only to be restrained quite forcefully by the hand on his head.
Sirius smirked and went back to work, licking his way lower and lower down Remus' abdomen, tugging Remus' trousers lower, enough to reach his prize. Okay, number forty-six said that Sirius needed to get sucked off, but he supposed this could possibly count, if they avoided the whole thought that this wasn't really a haunted house. Whatever. It was his list.
"Sirius, if you don't stop fucking around I'm going to leave," Remus threatened and Sirius grinned.
He looked up at Remus and smiled, "Nice pants," he said with a light chuckle, as he noticed whose they actually were (his) and ran his fingers up to the waistband and slipped them in. He again took his time sliding them down as he kissed and nipped at Remus' hipbones. Sirius kissed his way to Remus' cock, taking his time and thoroughly enjoying himself. He held the base of it with one hand and used the other one to apply a little pressure to his own groin with a groan. Sirius licked the side of Remus' erection, trying to keep from grinning too much, but his thoughts kept flashing back to a dream he'd once had, of doing exactly this, only with real ghosts watching. He forced himself not to dwell on thoughts when he had the real thing right there in front of him. Sirius licked the head of Remus' cock before sucking it into his mouth and humming just a little.
They didn't have an endless amount of time then, but this could definitely be a starter for something later. Sirius wanted to savor this though, to savor Remus on his back and looking wonton. This could definitely be a start to something better, later though.
Even in sex, Remus was so controlled, and it drove Sirius to great lengths to find out new ways to make Remus let go. Sirius took the hip movements as a suggestion to move on, and he did, taking as much of Remus in as possible before pulling back slowly and sucking hard. He did that a few more times before settling on a median pace, applying pressure with the bottom of his tongue.
The light sighs and slight changes in breathing Remus made spurred Sirius on, wanting to get Remus to make more noises, louder ones. He groaned a little as he undid his own trousers enough to get his hand inside his pants. He didn't want to wank or come yet, but he wanted to touch himself and groaned again. Sirius very lightly scraped his teeth along the top of Remus' erection before taking his mouth off and blowing on the wet skin. He gave the base of Remus' cock a squeeze and then returned to his sucking, glancing up at Remus to watch his face.
The sight of Remus biting his lip and tilting his head back, trying his hardest not to give in, was probably the hottest thing he'd seen all week and definitely useful for wanking material later. Sirius had to pull his hand out, not wanting to spoil himself for Remus later, putting both hands on Remus' hips and holding him down as he sped the pace up, sucking harder and putting more effort into bringing Remus off right now.
Sirius reached one hand up and tweaked Remus' nipple hard, a little harder than before, and was rewarded with a glorious moan from his lover as well as the shudder indicating Sirius had successfully sent Remus over the edge.
Moaning appreciatively, Sirius waited until Remus was finished and swallowed. He pulled away, trying to make sure he didn't leave too much saliva there, and gave Remus a sort of smug half-smile before kissing Remus' belly and moving up slowly, kissing and licking his way to the tweaked nipple. Sirius ran his tongue in a circle around the nub before sucking on it lightly and kissing it as if he were apologizing for abusing it earlier. Sirius then kissed his way to Remus' neck, biting his collarbone, careful of the placement before setting to work on making his own mark on Remus.
Sirius snorted as Remus pulled him closer by the waist and smiled as he was rewarded with a smoldering kiss. Sirius put Remus back in his trousers and zipped him up, mindful of his own need, but willing to let it wait until later, when better things could happen.
"We better put this place back to rights," Remus said, breathlessly, kissing Sirius' face lazily. Sirius snorted and pulled himself up, dragging a boneless Remus with him. With a flick of his wand, the couch returned to its previously dusty state, their footprints gone.
He smirked at Remus and disapparated, heading back to their flat. Sirius was already mostly undressed by the time Remus showed up, looking a little pale. Sirius gave him a questioning look, and Remus waved him off.
"I stopped by the Order house just to see if there was anything else we needed to do first." Remus wearing a blush was absolutely adorable, but it also took a lot to ruffle him. Sirius crossed the room and wrapped his arm around Remus' waist.
"Apparently the wards work," Remus choked out, and it took a moment for Sirius to understand the meaning before he threw his head back and laughed loudly.
"I always knew Moody was an old perv!"