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Entry tags: | 2008, character: james potter, character: remus lupin, character: sirius black, fic, pairing: remus/sirius, pairing: remus/sirius/james |
Fic: Bonds & Boundaries (Remus/Sirius, James/Remus/Sirius, NC-17) for moonypads
Author: cacklesthewitch
Recipient: moonypads
Title: Bonds & Boundaries
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius, James/Remus/Sirius
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: The bonds and boundaries of friendship are tested when friends become lovers.
Warnings: smut with a touch of kink and a side of voyeurism.
Word Count: 8,388
Author's Notes: It began humbly enough, was meant to be a PWP but I sort of went off on a tangent. I tried to include as much of your suggestions as I could, while striving for some plot. Hope I succeeded. Many thanks to my lovely beta B for her sharp eyes and encouragement. Hope you enjoy it. Happy Holidays!
Bonds & Boundaries
No one knew why Remus had forgiven Sirius.
While most of Hogwarts was aware of a rift that had developed between the friends sometime in April of their sixth year, no one but Severus Snape and the Headmaster were privy to the details (and only because one had been the victim and the other had been the one to ensure Remus' secret was kept). James and Peter, who had both been witness to the events on that full moon night in some form or another hadn't been surprised when Remus quickly forgave their impetuous friend. It was in his nature to be forgiving, no matter what the transgression, but it was also in his nature to keep people, with the exception of his three closest friends, at arms' length.
That is exactly where Sirius found himself at the end of the year.
When he went home that summer with James, having run away from home and gone to live with James and his parents that Christmas, he was lower than he'd ever been. James, who'd helped his mate through every problem since they were eleven, could only watch and worry that nothing would ever be the same between the four of them again. Then, one late July day, Sirius announced he was going to visit Remus alone and disappeared for twelve hours, before returning with a beaming smile and a bounce in his step, all traces of guilt and sadness gone.
James briefly wondered what had happened to erase the burden Sirius had been carrying since his thoughtless actions that day, but didn't give it much thought. Sirius and Remus were friends again, like they used to be (if Sirius' mood and Remus' letters were any indication), and that was all that mattered.
When the next school year began, the four boys were seen together, laughing, razzing each other and looking the picture of friendship. The whole of Hogwarts soon concluded that things were back to the way they used to be and the student body collectively braced itself for another spectacular beginning-of-term prank. Indeed, if someone closer to the four were asked their opinion, they would have said that it had been as if that day in April had never happened, and, if pressed, James and Peter might have agreed.
Only Remus and Sirius knew the truth about why.
They were not the same two boys who had played pranks and shared a dorm room for six years. Things had changed between them more than once. They had changed the night Sirius lured Snape to the Shrieking Shack, betraying Remus' trust, and they changed again that summer day. That day, Sirius and Remus became something more. It was something neither one could define, or more likely, didn't want to, and it was something that only existed between the two of them, separate from James and Peter, something all their own.
And Remus was fine with that.
In fact, the part that no one knew –might never suspect – was the part Remus liked the best. Sirius was his lover – his secret lover – and Remus, a boy that treasured what little comforts he could get, held it close to his heart and revelled in the joy of it. Sirius, having never been with anyone before, was his and his alone – he alone knew how Sirius tasted, the noises he made when he buried himself in Remus, the way his breath hitched for a moment before he came – all the intimate little details of Sirius Black. Remus never thought of sharing those details with anyone. They were his alone to know, and his to experience, and Sirius, who knew him well enough to know that he treasured his privacy, made sure that no one else was privy to their relationship. He hadn't even told James, who was as close to him as a brother (and whom he felt guilty lying to) just to keep Remus happy.
But Sirius didn't know Remus as well as he thought.
Though Remus did, in fact, value his privacy, there was a part of him – a daring, subversive part of him – that liked the idea of getting caught. It had been in the back of his mind the first time Sirius kissed him in the field behind his house. A thrill of fear had gone through him at the thought that one of the neighbours, or perhaps even his parents, would happen upon them and that thought had spurred him on to go further that day with Sirius than he'd ever gone with anyone, male or female, in his previous bouts of sexual experimentation. The heady feeling of Sirius' hands, lips, tongue, along with that fearful thought had pushed him over the edge fairly quickly and left him shuddering in Sirius' arms.
From that day on, Sirius had taken it upon himself to be the one who pleasured and protected him, and Remus was grateful but he sometimes wondered what it would be like to have someone walk in on them, discover their secret and watch them as they made love. So when Sirius announced one cool autumn day that James knew, and had, in fact, seen them together, Remus was horrified, shocked to his core and completely embarrassed – but only at first.
~*~*~*~
"Are you sure?" he asked Sirius, desperately hoping it was all just a very bad joke.
"I'm sure, Moony," Sirius breathed, a ghost of a smile on his face, though his voice sounded solemn, "I'm sure."
Remus considered for a moment. "How do you know?" He bit his lip anxiously awaiting an answer.
Sirius, having settled on his bed, leaned forward and eased Remus' bottom lip gently out from beneath his teeth with the pad of his thumb. "His trainers," he said, slipping thumb between parted lips. Remus instinctively wrapped his parched lips around the invader and sucked. "Saw them." Remus released the thumb and Sirius slowly traced the moisture around his mouth, then grabbed him by the chin and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to his lips.
Remus heard the words but was too preoccupied with the feel of Sirius' hands – one caressing the side of his face, the other snaking up under his shirt and gently stroking his back – to let the words sink in until Sirius dropped his hands and pulled away.
"It doesn't bother you?" he asked, one brow arched in question.
The realization that James, their mate, their fellow Marauder, had been spying on them the night before in the Shrieking Shack as they did what two lustful teenaged boys were wont to do when they were alone (and had been doing since the beginning of term), was slow to sink in but once it did Remus was hit by that familiar thrill of fear. James, their friend, Head Boy and Lily Evans' personal stalker, had stood in the corner, while Sirius took him from behind, and watched.
"Do you … do you think it was the first time?" he asked, ignoring Sirius' question as the feeling coiled around him.
Sirius' grey eyes bore into his, pale irises glowing softly in the light that seeped in through the cracks of closed bed curtains.
"No," he said, seeming to settle on something, "I don't."
He moved forward and climbed into Remus' lap, straddling him, and began to nip and lick at his neck languidly. It was all Remus could do not to shove him down on the bed and grind his growing erection into Sirius' thigh in retaliation.
"Does it bother you?" he managed to choke out as Sirius' lips moved lower.
Sirius raised his head and pressed a teasing kiss to the side of his mouth. "I'll answer that when you do," he whispered against his skin.
Remus let the sensation of warm, moist lips on skin mingle with the thrill of fear as Sirius moved lower still, grazing one of Remus' nipples with his teeth through the white Oxford.
Suddenly consumed by a disturbing thought, he shoved Sirius away. "Stop it! What if he's watching us now?" Remus breathed, suddenly feeling like there was a roomful of judgmental eyes staring at them just beyond the safety of their cocoon.
"Relax," Sirius said, leaning back on his hands, hard nipples peeking out from his half-buttoned shirt, "we're alone".
Remus found it unsettling that with the proverbial bottom about to fall out of whatever it was that was happening between them, the sight of the dark-haired boy's bare chest and brown nipples could still arouse him. It unsettled him more that a part of him was intrigued by the possibility that someone else was watching them and getting turned on by it, too.
"How can you – " he began but stopped abruptly when Sirius reached into his pocket and pulled out the Marauder's Map.
"He's still at Quidditch practise, see?"
He pointed out the tiny black dot as it zoomed around the Quidditch pitch surrounded by others dots. Remus quickly located a dot in the stands that seemed to be jumping up and down, telling him that they were, in fact, mercifully and completely alone. A wave of relief washed over him, accompanied by a dim sense of disappointment.
"Besides," Sirius added with a smirk, "even if he was, I'm sure he'd enjoy it." He waggled his brows suggestively and tossed his dark, shoulder-length hair.
Remus rolled his eyes at the enormity of Sirius' ego but chose not to respond, trying not to think about his own reaction. Sirius wound an arm around his waist, pulled him closer, and threaded a hand in Remus' hair. Remus felt a pang of unreasonable guilt as he looked into his lover's eyes, almost sure he could see the slight disappointment in them that always came at the mention of Quidditch.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Sirius asked, ghosting his soft lips over Remus' ear and bringing his thoughts back round to the conversation.
Remus tried for an indignant response but with Sirius sucking on his earlobe and darting his tongue into his ear, all he could do was stifle a moan.
"You know, not answering is an answer in itself," Sirius whispered, his lips curling in a grin against his cheek.
"What? No! – " he protested but was cut off when he was pulled into a searing kiss.
He tried in vain to choke out a response but Sirius seemed to think he'd opened his mouth for something other than speaking, and slipped in his tongue. Remus gave up trying to speak and returned the kiss with fervour, his mind going blank to any thought except the sensations that Sirius stirred in him.
They sat chest to chest, Sirius nestled in his lap, kissing and rubbing and sucking more and more intensely until Sirius suddenly pulled away.
"We should teach James a lesson," he announced, his voice husky, lips swollen and pink, and his eyes alight with mischief.
"A lesson?" Remus parroted, dazed. His mind was only slowly beginning to work again, though the image of Sirius in front of him, looking debauched, was impeding its progress.
"For spying on his mates," Sirius added, "and for getting a thrill at our expense."
"A thrill?"
Sirius smirked and leaned forward, then whispered softly into his ear.
"I bet he came when he watched us, the dirty boy, but we didn't get anything in return."
Remus listened, his back stiffening at the words, which were, if it was possible, more shocking than the recent revelation that James knew about them. His breath hitched as Sirius went on.
"We should make him watch."
"You can't be serious!"
"Well, in fact – "
"Padfoot!" he exclaimed, scandalized, though a part of him was excited by the prospect.
"Moony!" Sirius shot back, the nickname sounding more like it did when Sirius used it in the throes of passion. It gave Remus a tiny shiver that he tried to push away.
"Make him watch – and wank," Sirius' lips curled around the words, "right in front of us."
"He couldn't," Remus said with as much conviction as he could muster. "We can't."
Sirius fixed the sandy-haired boy with a challenging stare. "Just think about it," he breathed, "we could get our revenge."
Swinging a leg over Remus' lap, Sirius slid gracefully off the bed, taking the map with him and waving his long slender wand. The scarlet curtains settled neatly at the corners of Remus' rumpled four-poster bed. Without another word, he padded across the room to his own bed and settled against the headboard, pulling out a roll of parchment upon which he and James usually scribbled ideas for pranks from somewhere between the sheets and then, extracting a quill from beneath a pillow, bent over the parchment with purpose.
Remus, having watched him move away with confident loping grace, was more aroused than ever. He huffed in frustration and had just decided to get up and pounce on his deliberately provocative mate when the window flew open and James soared into the room and landed neatly in the small open space in the middle, Peter beaming behind him on the broomstick.
"You guys missed it!" Peter exclaimed, clambering off the back of the broom and bursting the quiet amatory bubble that had settled over the room, "Prongs performed the Wronksi Feint! It was brilliant!"
James looked very proud of himself, his hair was looking more windswept than usual and his cheeks were pink from adrenaline. His brown eyes swept over the room and moved quickly from Sirius to settle on Remus. As soon as Remus met his gaze, they both looked away.
"It wasn't a big deal," James muttered, throwing his gear in a heap on the floor by his bed and propping his broom lovingly in a corner by the window, "It's not like I'll ever need to use it."
James was much more intuitive than Peter, especially when it came to Sirius, and knew that Quidditch was still a touchy subject. James had carried around a feeling of guilt (which was, in Remus' opinion, unreasonable considering how he'd saved the day) ever since Sirius, who'd been a Beater, had been banned from the team for life (or, more accurately, seventh year), a consequence for the prank he'd pulled on Snape.
"Don't be daft," Sirius protested, jumping off his bed, "that's a difficult move. Well, done, mate."
He looked more content than in the past whenever Quidditch came up, and Remus got a little thrill at the thought that his change in mood was to do with him. They'd been lovers for only a few months and it still amazed Remus that he could have that effect on anyone, least of all Sirius Black.
James, taking Sirius' lead, began enthusing about other famous moves and soon he and Sirius were jumping around the room, wrestling over which move was better. James, being a Keeper, favoured the Starfish and Stick, while Sirius thought the Transylvanian Tackle was a lot more fun and Peter looked on in fascination while Remus, watching from the perch on his bed, almost forgot the earlier conversation until Sirius pinned James to the floor and sat on him. James went red and struggled to get away, his movements fast and frantic. In less than thirty seconds Sirius was sprawled on his back and James was scrambling to his feet, feigning the need to catch up on some homework before bed.
"Since when do you care about homework, mate?" Sirius asked, picking himself up off the floor with his usual grace and barely hiding his amusement.
"Yeah," Peter echoed, "and it's not as if Lily's downstairs. She's off helping Slughorn tutor some bitty first years."
James turned away and began to rummage through his trunk without answering and when he came up with books in hand, the tips of his ears were still red.
James' reaction only served to fuel Sirius' delight. Settling comfortably back on his bed, he watched James with curiosity, shooting Remus a knowing (and what he considered lecherous) glance and waggling his brows while Peter, oblivious, pulled off his sweaty jumper in favour of a Muggle t-shirt with a lion on the front.
"Listen," Sirius piped up suddenly, "forget homework tonight, you have the rest of the weekend to do it. I've thought up a new prank to play on the Slytherins."
While Remus silently groaned to himself, James' face lit up like a little boy in a broom shop, the embarrassment he'd been sporting in red splotches on his face gone with the mention of their favourite pastime.
Watching James scuttle across the room, launch his lean, tall frame onto Sirius' bed and take up the parchment with undisguised glee, Remus knew it was his cue to leave.
"Do you still want help on that essay for Charms?" he asked Peter, who was looking left out and forgotten at his end of the room.
Peter's face lit up with relief. "Sure," he said with the eagerness of a 'P' student who wanted to be an 'E', but was more likely to come away with no more than an 'A', "I'll get my things."
Remus eyed the two dark-haired boys with affection as they grinned and snickered on the other side of the room.
"Let's go to the library."
Peter, shooting a quick longing glance at the others, nodded agreement and gathered up his books and parchment, leaving a trail of destruction on his side of the room as he dug around for a quill and ink. Remus waited patiently by the door and Sirius looked up from his scribbling.
"Don't you want to know what it is?" he asked, eyes twinkling.
Remus quickly looked away, afraid his body would betray him, and said, "Not really."
James looked across the room. "Peter?" he asked, grinning widely.
Peter looked like he wanted to drop his heavy Charms text and dash to James' side but took one look at Remus and decided against it. "No, better not. I really need to finish this essay."
"You mean start," Sirius added, not looking up.
Peter ignored him. "You guys can fill us in later," he said hopefully, the statement sounding more like a question and exposing the insecurity he still felt even after six years of friendship.
"You bet," James promised, smiling kindly while Sirius rolled his eyes and shot out, "Obviously."
Remus was struck by just how different James and Sirius were.
As Remus walked out with Peter in tow moments later, he chanced a glance back to Sirius and James on the bed, and felt a frisson of excitement at the sight of them bent over parchment, heads close together, looks of concentration on each of their faces.
~*~*~*~
During the week that followed, Remus, to his utter dismay, found himself looking at James at inappropriate moments, the words Sirius had whispered in his ear playing over in his head like a broken record until all he could hear when he closed his eyes at night was the sound of Sirius' husky voice saying, "We should teach James a lesson," and all he could see in his mind's eye was James' slender fingers, his warm brown eyes, his well-muscled arms and that look of concentration on his face.
Remus tried in vain to push all those thoughts out of his head but Sirius had planted the seed, and his imagination was feeding it so that his thoughts sprouted into detailed fantasies that grew more elaborate each day.
By the end of the week, Remus was ready to burst when Sirius, who'd deliberately avoided the subject while making a show of touching James in vaguely inappropriate places and making him blush every chance he got, finally asked him the question he'd been anticipating.
"So," he whispered as they walked through the crowded corridors in between Potions and Charms, "have you thought about it?"
"Yes," Remus whispered back, surprised how easily the answer came, "but – "
"You need to be sure," Sirius finished for him.
Remus nodded as they turned a corner and James threw them a backwards glance as he picked through the crowd ahead of them, Peter yapping happily at his side.
Alright," Sirius breathed, leaning in as they stopped in queue at the classroom door, "tonight," and he glided away to take up his usual place by James' side.
~*~*~*~
Remus had been on edge ever since Charms. He'd watched and waited for Sirius to bait their friend, set him up or do something – anything – that would tell Remus what his lover was planning but Sirius went about the rest of his day as usual, and had, in fact, given up touching James altogether. Remus knew that this did not bode well for his nerves, which were so on edge that by the time they'd finished supper that night, he'd spilled pumpkin juice down the front of his robes – twice.
While his friends were amused at his bout of clumsiness, Sirius had been beside himself with laughter.
"Good one," he breathed as the four dorm mates made their way back to Gryffindor Tower afterwards, making it seem as if Remus had been doing it on purpose. "Go straight to the loo. I'll meet you there." He said this softly but Remus was sure James, who was right behind them, heard every word.
A moment later, James suddenly remembered leaving his best quill in the last class of the day and dashed off to retrieve it, calling behind them that he would catch up with them later. Peter, smiling shrewdly, made a comment about James being so distracted lately, "he's even forgetting to stare and drool over Lily", but missed Sirius trying not to burst out in laughter as he, too, made his exit, heading up to the Hufflepuff corridor to meet Hortensia Willoughby for a study date. Remus found himself being bodily dragged back to Gryffindor Tower, led up to their dorm room by the elbow and shoved towards the bathroom door.
Remus didn't quite understand just what Sirius was up to until he slipped the Marauder's Map out of his robes and pointed out James' little black dot, all alone in the very next room.
Sirius grinned widely and stuffed the map back into the front of his robes, then gestured silently for Remus to go on into the bathroom. Though his mind was buzzing and his body was jittery with nerves, he did as he was told, entering the seemingly empty bathroom and slowly pulling off his soiled and wet robes. Then he waited for Sirius to enter, fumbling unnecessarily with toiletries to pass the time.
Sirius slipped in quietly a moment later, making a show of this supposedly clandestine meeting by embracing Remus from behind and kissing greedily down his neck.
"Moony, baby," he cooed huskily and Remus almost burst out in laughter at his tone, "we have to make this quick." He grinned widely and Remus caught the mischievous look glinting in his grey eyes reflected in the mirror. "You wouldn't want James to catch us, would you?"
He smirked into the mirror and then spun Remus around and kissed him hungrily, tongue delving into the warm depths of his mouth, stroking against his own. Remus moaned and Sirius matched it, moaning more loudly and shoving him up against the wall.
Cold hard tiles pressed against his back, Remus suddenly remembered they weren't alone and tried to push Sirius away. Sirius, pulling back and fixing him with a devious stare, mouthed, "Can you feel him?" before lowering his head and tracing his tongue down Remus' neck to his collarbone and biting down.
Remus jumped and cried out in pain and was startled again when James' Invisibility Cloak rustled softly from across the room. It was a subtle sound and so minute that the average person might never hear it, but Remus, having been cursed with lycanthropy and blessed with sharper senses, was not only aware of the sound but familiar with it. Remus quickly averted his eyes from the spot the almost soundless noise had come from, tossing his head back in abandon as Sirius, on his knees, tugged at his erection with his teeth through the fabric of his trousers.
There was a mingled sense of panic and ardour as Sirius unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, blowing hot breath on the tip, which was already leaking and wet. Remus grabbed him by his black silky hair, forcing Sirius to look up with a tug on the back of his head.
Sirius, his eyes glazed over with lust, gave a long, guttural moan of pleasure before taking Remus into his mouth. Remus forgot why they were there, what they were trying to prove or that, in fact, they weren't alone, and pumped his hips in time to Sirius' bobbing head, clinging desperately to the silky mane and giving into the heady sensation of hot mouth, moist lips and talented tongue. It was only when his pleasure was cresting that he opened his eyes and noticed the feeling of someone beside him. Groaning and uttering Sirius' name, he was distinctly aware of James' proximity and the sudden thought that if he just reached out, his fingertips would skim the soft cloth of the Invisibility Cloak and feel the hard shape of James underneath, pushed him over the edge.
Sirius drank him in eagerly then pulled himself to his feet, pressing a hard, deep kiss to Remus' lips. Remus opened his mouth, eager for the velvety tongue and salty taste, and heard the soft rustle move away. Breaking the kiss, he looked around furtively and realised it was gone.
Sirius, body still pressed against him, his still-hard member poking Remus in the thigh, leaned close and pulled out a corner of the map, checked it quickly then slid it back into his robes.
"He's gone," he breathed against Remus' cheek. "Did you notice the door?"
Remus shook his head. The world could have blown up around them at that moment and he wouldn't have noticed.
"Did you feel him?"
Remus, his legs feeling like they were made of jelly, could only nod.
"Convinced?" Sirius asked.
"Yes," he breathed.
"So?" Sirius stared at him. "Do you want to?"
"Yes," he whispered. "But – "
"What is it?"
"You just – " he screwed up his courage, "he's just going to watch, right?"
Sirius shifted, circling his arms around Remus' neck and carded his fingers through the hair at his nape. "Just watch," he repeated earnestly. "If I let him touch you it wouldn't be revenge."
His radiant smile dissolved Remus' lingering doubts and roused his libido once more.
"When?"
Sirius' smile curled into a playful smirk.
"Christmas hols."
An anticipatory chill went down Remus' spine.
"Where?"
"Leave that to me."
The thought of having James' eyes on him again made him feel slightly ill (did James really want to watch him or was it Sirius he craved watching?) but was overridden by more carnal desires. Remus agreed, smiled and dropped to his knees, more than ready to return the favour.
~*~*~*~
"This really sucks," Peter whined for the umpteenth time as they queued up at the compartment door, waiting to get off the Hogwarts Express. "I mean, if it wasn't for the letter my mum got from the headmaster about my grades, I'd be able to come to London and visit."
James patted Peter's shoulder sympathetically. "It's tough luck, mate," was all he said.
"Don't worry," Remus added, "it's not like I'll be able to come up, either."
Sirius glanced at Remus, trying to hide a smile. "Yeah, it's not like we'll have any fun without you."
There was a note of derision in his voice that, thankfully, Peter did not pick up on.
The four Marauders exited the train, dragging slightly lighter trunks behind them across the platform towards the exit when they spotted Peter's stern-looking mother.
"She looks miffed, mate," James commented as they approached.
"Yeah," Peter said hesitantly, "maybe she'll calm down if you say hello."
He dragged James along and Remus made to follow but Sirius pulled him back. "Let James take care of it," he whispered.
"Why? What have you done?"
The question came out before he had a chance to think about it and he hadn't really even meant it but the look on Sirius' face told him he was guilty of something.
"Sirius?"
Sirius grimaced. "I had to make sure he wasn't around."
"You didn't! You sent the letter?"
Sirius nodded almost imperceptibly. He had the grace to look ashamed.
"That was cruel."
"It was necessary."
Remus shook his head in exasperation. They'd been planning their 'revenge' for almost a month now (or rather, Sirius had been planning something he had dubbed 'revenge') but had hit a snag when James' parents insisted he and Sirius go home for the holidays. With the two of them headed to London and Peter forced to spend his holiday with his mother, there was no reason for Remus to stay at Hogwarts alone.
"It's not like we can go ahead with the …" He didn't know what to call it out loud. "I'm waiting for my parents to show up and take me home if you haven't – " His voice dropped away as he realised his parents were nowhere in sight. It wasn't like them to be late.
"They're not coming," Sirius said, grinning.
"Sirius – "
"You wrote them asking if you could spend a few days at the Potters' and they said yes."
Remus' stomach gave a little lurch.
"You didn't!"
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Can't you say anything else?"
"So what, I'm supposed to go with you and James back to his parents? And then what," he asked, exasperated that Sirius had changed the plan on him without his knowledge, "have his parents watch us, too?"
"No, that's not it," he replied, his tone not unlike a parent patiently explaining why the sky was blue to a child and knowing they would never quite grasp the reason.
Remus was losing patience – "Then what?"
"Just wait."
Sirius pushed past him and strolled over to Peter and his mother. James took one look at Remus and came over.
"What's wrong?"
Remus didn't know how to answer that. "Not sure," he mumbled as Sirius returned.
Peter waved as his mother pulled his trunk along easily, rushing out of the train station. Remus, preoccupied, realised he hadn't said goodbye and waved back, watching until Peter's blond head disappeared into the crowd.
"What did you do to Moony?" James accused, glaring at Sirius.
"Nothing!" he exclaimed, a little offended.
"Then what's going on?" James persisted.
Sirius quickly shed the hurt expression on his face and smirked. "I have a surprise."
Remus glanced at James, who suddenly looked nervous, then back at Sirius, whose eyes were sparkling madly.
He had the sudden urge to knock him to the ground and snog him senseless.
"Moony's parents aren't coming and neither are yours."
"What?"
Remus half-listened as Sirius explained how he'd written to the Potters asking if he and James could spend a few days at the Lupins and had done the same with Remus' parents asking if Remus could spend a few days at the Potters. Remus didn't know exactly where they were going, though he did know why, but James still needed an explanation.
Remus let Sirius convince their mate that it was a brilliant plan, even though any fool could see the holes in it, and resigned himself to whatever strange adventure laid ahead, the familiar thrill of fear stealing over him once more.
~*~*~*~
"Why not the Leaky Cauldron?" James asked as they stepped out of a Muggle taxi and stood outside a posh Muggle hotel twenty minutes later.
"Just thought we could try something different," Sirius answered, ignoring the strange looks the bellman gave their luggage as he held open the door.
Remus felt another anticipatory shiver travel down his spine as they stepped into the lobby of the elegant hotel. It was grandly decorated with the tallest tree outside of Hogwarts he'd ever seen, lit up and laden with hundreds of baubles, thousands of lights twinkling across the ceiling strung up like fairies and miles and miles of colourful ribbon and fabric draped over tables and hanging from the banisters of the grand staircase in the centre of the lobby. Although nothing rivalled the castle during Christmas holidays, Remus was still impressed by what Muggles had managed to do.
They were led up to a suite by three bellmen who deposited their luggage onto the plush cream-coloured carpet and exited quietly one after another, nodding as Sirius slipped Muggle money into their hands. Remus, wondering briefly where Sirius had picked up Muggle etiquette, took in the grandeur of the room, which was almost as big as the Gryffindor common room, though much more finely dressed and with a lower ceiling.
James let out a whistle. "These Muggles sure know how to live, don't they?"
Sirius chuckled. "Yeah, and not a dark object in sight."
Remus shot him a look, wondering just what was about to happen when Sirius met his eyes and grinned. "Ready?" he mouthed.
Before Remus had a chance to respond, Sirius had slipped off his coat, revealing a tight pair of black trousers and snug black t-shirt Remus had never seen before, and was stalking towards James, who'd just done the same. James turned and was suddenly face-to-face with Sirius.
"What do think, Prongs?" he asked. "Like it?"
James took a step back, trying to put distance between them, his eyes flickering down to take in the Muggle outfit, which, in Remus' opinion was entirely too tight and a bit scandalous below the waist, but Sirius slid forward, invading James' space.
"It's … it's posh, isn't it?" was his stumbled response.
"Mm, hm," Sirius hummed in reply. "And there's another room. Fancy a look?"
James stepped around him and walked to a door, pushing it open and disappearing into the adjoining room. Sirius followed closely behind him, motioning for Remus to follow.
Remus hadn't been sure what to expect, but he thought he'd have more time to adjust to their surroundings before Sirius put the plan in motion. He was feeling less brave now that it was actually about to happen and briefly considered bolting from the room just as Sirius came back out, tugged his old woollen coat off his shoulders, grabbed him firmly by the wrist and pulled him into the next room.
Remus was met with more splendour as his eyes fell over the lushly decorated room. It was bathed in cream and gold, with lush fabrics draped over the windows and bedside tables, the divan upholstered in thick creamy velvet and the furniture, with its polished brass knobs, painted to match. A large king-sized bed stood in the centre, its brass frame and headboard shining in the dim light from the chandelier that hung above it, and the satin bedding in a similar shade, glimmered under the soft glow.
As James pushed open a set of double doors and revealed a large bathroom complete with oversized oval tub, Remus realised, to his horror, that they were standing in the honeymoon suite.
"Are all the rooms like this?" James asked, clearly not seeing the obvious.
"It's the only room," Sirius answered with humour in his voice, "and the only bed."
James turned around and gave him a perplexed look. "But there's three of us," he stated.
Sirius' lips twitched. "It's a big bed."
James' brown eyes shot to Remus and grew wide. "Oh, ha, ha," he said, trying to sound casual, though his eyes betrayed him, "very funny, mate. No, really, where's the other room?"
Sirius, who'd followed James to the bathroom door, walked back towards Remus and draped an arm around his waist. "This is it."
Remus could feel his cheeks burning as James stared at them both, realisation replacing his startled expression. He started to move towards the bedroom door but Sirius caught him.
"Is something the matter, James?" he asked, gripping his shoulders. "Don't you want to share?"
"Well, that's a bit silly, isn't it," he answered nervously.
"Well," Sirius went on, his hands sliding down to settle on James' biceps, "we figured you wouldn't mind sharing since you don't mind watching."
At this, James faltered. "I – I don't know what you mean."
Remus felt his stomach twisting in knots. If it hadn't been hours since he'd last eaten, he was sure his lunch would have vacated his body by now.
"Don't you?" Sirius asked, his voice low and silky.
"I – "
"We know you've seen us," Remus blurted, the words leaving his mouth of their own volition and startling him. "We know you know."
Sirius levelled his silvery eyes on him, beaming with pride. Remus felt delight and lust pulsate through his still body.
"And we know you like to watch, so don't even try to deny it," Sirius added.
James sighed loudly and dropped onto the divan in resignation. "I'm sorry," he began, "I didn't mean to spy. It just … happened."
He looked miserable for a moment then he jumped up, indignant.
"What about the two of you?" he demanded. "You both decide to turn poofy and fuck each other – and then keep it a secret! From me!"
Remus suddenly felt guilty and could tell from the brief flash of emotion on his face, that Sirius felt the same. The difference was that while Remus planned to quietly stew, Sirius would no doubt become verbose. When Sirius didn't immediately respond, Remus was shocked.
"Sorry," he mumbled after a moment of uncomfortable silence, "I wanted to tell you, but – "
" – But he wanted to protect me," Remus finished for him, feeling at once protective of his lover and eager to quell the argument before it turned into a fight.
James looked past Sirius, who stood close to him, and fixed his eyes on Remus.
"From me?" he asked incredulously. It was his turn to sound offended.
"From your judgment."
Sirius turned his head, his eyes shining bright with warmth and affection. Remus, feeling the pull of his lover's body, closed the distance between them, taking Sirius' hand and settling his chin on his shoulder. It felt right to be openly affectionate with Sirius, for James' benefit as much as his own. Remus, feeling suddenly bold, reached out and took James' hand, squeezing it in reassurance. This gesture prompted James to speak.
"I don't have a problem with it," James began, "I mean, I was shocked the first time I saw you together – "
"When?" Sirius interrupted.
"The third week back," he answered, his hand slipping from Remus' as it instinctively went up to bat at his unruly hair. "I saw you both sneaking into an empty classroom during rounds, and I followed, thinking you were both about to play a prank or something but when I slipped in, under the cloak, I, um, heard … moaning," he went on, hesitating a little, "and then, I saw …"
"What did you see?" Remus breathed, his body reacting to James' memory.
Brown eyes fixed on his, James went on.
"I saw you snogging," he whispered, his voice lower and quivering slightly. "Sirius had you pinned to a desk, and his hands were under your robes and you were making these noises …"
His voice dropped away, though his eyes stayed fixed to Remus' face as his tongue darted out to lick dry, parched lips. Remus could almost see himself in James' eyes, writhing under Sirius on the desk in the empty classroom, his head tossed back, lips parted as he struggled to stifle his moans, his bare legs hooked around Sirius' waist, trousers and pants bunched up and hanging off an ankle .…
"Would you like to hear Moony make those noises again?"
Sirius' voice broke the strange trance between them.
James tore his eyes away from Remus and fixed his gaze on their dark-haired mate, swallowing loudly. "I – yes," came the strong reply.
It was all Remus needed to hear. He grabbed Sirius, twisting his body to face him, and crashed his lips to his lover's mouth. Sirius responded instinctively, matching the pressure of lips and tongues, hands and mouths moving over each other's bodies with wanton abandon until suddenly, Sirius pulled away.
"James," he instructed, his voice husky but forceful, "sit down."
Remus watched as James settled onto the divan immediately, his legs spread and his expression eager.
"Take out your cock and put this on."
Sirius reached into his pocket and extracted a round metal object. He tossed it to James, who caught it deftly and gave them both a perplexed look.
"What is it?"
Remus smiled at his lover's foresight. "A cock ring," he answered.
"Slip it on," Sirius ordered impatiently.
James blushed but unzipped his trousers, reached in and pulled out his half-hard cock, and slowly slipped on the silver ring, a hiss emitting from his throat when he slipped it into place. He looked up, his eyes large and bright with lust, waiting for further instruction.
"You like that, don't you, Moony?" Sirius asked, turning his attention back to Remus.
Remus could only stare at James' long, hard member. It was so different than Sirius', which was thicker, straighter, with a bulbous head. James' cock was thinner, shorter and his foreskin almost covered the glistening tip. Words failing him (and too embarrassed to try to speak), he responded with another searing kiss as Sirius steered him towards the bed. He was dimly aware of being suddenly horizontal as he pawed at Sirius' clothes, desperately trying to get them off his lover's body. When Sirius finally broke the kiss, it was only to shed the last of his clothes and relieve Remus of his, before he kissed and licked his way down to Remus' throbbing erection.
As Sirius sucked greedily on his testicles, Remus, aware of eyes on him and the frantic sound of rubbing mingled with heavy breathing, turned his head to take in the sight of James' hand sliding up and down his own erection. The sight of it was more than Remus could take. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating on making the pleasure last and let his thoughts turn back to Sirius, who licked his way up and down his cock teasingly before circling his hole with his soft, wet tongue.
Remus abandoned any misgivings and all lingering doubt as Sirius darted his tongue in and out, over and over, driving him mad with need.
"Fuck," he exclaimed as James' loud moans echoed around the room, "Sirius, please, fuck me. I need you in me. Right. Now."
He felt hot breath hitting his sac in short bursts as Sirius chuckled from between his legs.
Remus, almost mad with desire, shoved his arse hard into Sirius' face in response and keened loudly when the tongue slid further in clumsily. Turning his head once more, he saw James staring, mouth hanging open, glasses askew, as his hand pumped mercilessly around the raw tip of his cock. The sight of their excited mate and the feel of Sirius' tongue suddenly overwhelmed him and he grabbed Sirius by the hair and pulled hard, desperate for Sirius to fill him. Sirius, yelping, pulled his tongue out and let Remus drag him up to face him. There were tears collected at the corners of his eyes, which were red and wide, and he realised he'd really hurt him.
"Bastard," Sirius spat out and kissed him angrily, crashing his mouth to Remus' and biting down on his bottom lip.
Remus cried out but it was muffled as Sirius sucked on it soothingly for a moment before kissing him again, softer this time. Ending the kiss abruptly, he paused, and gazed into Remus' eyes. Remus felt his stomach twist in knots at the stormy, lustful look in the silvery orbs.
"Fuck him already," James hissed.
A grin spread across Sirius' face. "If you insist, mate," he replied, then began kissing down Remus' chest.
Remus, knowing he'd been forgiven for his impetuous act, allowed the frantic feeling to build once more, wriggling impatiently on the satin bedcover and triggering little jolts of pleasure to nerve endings all over his body. Sirius bit and sucked along his stomach, tongue darting out to soothe bruised skin and slide over old scars. Teeth nipped at his hipbone while Sirius began sliding first one finger, then two, into him. He felt long slender fingers scissoring inside him, nails scratching over his prostate and he bucked in response to the sudden surge of pleasure.
When Sirius suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers out, Remus felt the loss of it and groaned. Sitting back on his haunches, Sirius turned his attention to James.
"Come here," he said.
Remus turned his head in time to see the look of uncertainty on James' face. He hesitated a moment, then got to his feet, his trousers sliding down his muscled legs. He stepped out of them, leaving his pants on, his erect cock sticking straight out from the y front, and took a few shaky steps towards the bed.
"Come closer so you can really watch me fuck Remus," he explained, his voice low and raw. "Remus wants you to."
Remus' eyes widened in shock. It was as if Sirius had been in his head and knew all his filthy thoughts, however vague or fleeting they might have been.
James, stepping closer and propping one knee up on the bed, gazed down at him. "Say it," he demanded gently.
Remus, naked on his back, legs splayed wide with Sirius between them while his hard, thick cock dribbled pre-come onto his stomach, and James hovering beside him, cock so close he could make out the pattern of veins running along the underside, couldn't take anymore. Grabbing the base of his own erection and squeezing tight, he struggled to bring himself down before he came.
When the feeling subsided like a slowly retreating wave, he eased the pressure around his hard member slightly, not trusting his self-control in the situation. He looked up into James' face, which was slack with desire and took a shuddering breath before he spoke.
"Lay down beside us," he whispered, "Lay down and watch."
James gave an impish smile, pulled off his shirt and slid his pants off, then settled down beside them on his side, his head by Remus' feet.
Remus, a little shocked by how eagerly James had complied, even stripping without being asked (not that he was complaining), could feel the heat radiating off the Quidditch-toned body, and his own skin began to prickle pleasingly from the nearness of him.
Sirius gave a throaty laugh and grabbed his hips, pulling him slightly towards his erection as he inched in. Remus, knowing he wouldn't last much longer, bucked up to meet his thrust and pushed, forcing Sirius to slide in all at once.
"Ahhh," he groaned as pain shot through him, burning up into his loins.
James moaned and Sirius hissed and bucked, sliding in and out until pain softened to pleasure and Remus matched every movement. His own hand slipped around his cock instinctively and he lifted his head to observe as James watched them closely and fumbled with the cock ring, his calloused fingers sliding it off and dropping it on the bed.
Remus moved his hand to match each stroke as James pulled hard and fast on his own cock and came in great, long spurts over Remus' stomach, prompting Sirius to yell unintelligibly and empty himself inside him a moment later. Remus, having used up all his self-control, let himself go as Sirius came and his own come shot up in a ropy burst, coating Sirius' abdomen and chest.
Sirius' shuddering body stilled. He pulled out and dropped down beside Remus on the bed.
"That was – " he whispered into his hair.
"Fucking brilliant," James finished.
Sirius and Remus looked at each other and began to laugh as James, who lay beside them panting, went red from head to toe.
"Liked that, did you mate?" Sirius asked as he snuggled closer to Remus and nuzzled his neck.
Sirius lifted his head and peered over his lover to his best mate. James, his eyes catching the light, looked back at him, and there was something in them that told Sirius that, despite his embarrassment, he had enjoyed the experience as much as Remus. It gave him a feeling of satisfaction, knowing that he hadn't pushed his best mate into something he hadn't wanted to do. He gave him a reassuring smile and James smiled back easily.
Remus shifted and turned towards James, pulling Sirius' arm over him and holding his hand to his chest.
"Thanks," he said.
James, bewildered for a moment, sat up.
"Don't mention it," he replied as casually as he could, considering he was sitting naked on the bed beside his equally nude friends.
There was an awkward silence as they each looked at each other, wondering what to do next.
"Hungry?" Sirius asked, breaking the silence.
"Famished, actually," James answered.
"Me, too," seconded Remus.
"Let's order some supper," Sirius suggested. "There's this thing called 'Room Service' where you talk into that 'phony' thing, tell them what you want and they bring it up to your room," he announced, "it's brilliant."
Jumping off the bed to find a telephone, Sirius grabbed his pants and pulled them on and James followed, slipping on his trousers while Remus watched from the bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he lay temporarily forgotten by the two best mates as they went in search of sustenance.
Sirius and James would always be brothers, doing everything and sharing everything. If Remus got to be included, he was happy. But this indefinable thing between him and Sirius (indefinable only because they each avoided saying out loud what they knew was in their hearts) was still theirs alone. They had allowed James in, to witness and revel in willingly, and Remus couldn't ask for a better friendship than that.
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