I'm a realist / I'm a romantic (arcadian_dream) wrote in jazzandpipes, @ 2008-10-01 10:26:00 |
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Current mood: | bored |
Current music: | 'The Good Old Days' - The Libertines |
Entry tags: | fandom: harry potter, pairing: remus/sirius, rating: nc-17, slash |
Doppelganger: Remus/Sirius NC-17
Title: Doppelganger
Author:arcadian_dream</span>
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex, fluff
Disclaimer: I disclaim, etc.
Summary: Sirius stumbles upon a novel costume idea.
Challenge: written for harrysexmagick on LJ
Keywords: moon, Samhain, sticky
Dialogue: "Is that really your costume?"
Author's Notes: many thanks and cupcakes to Michelle for the wonderful beta.
Words: 845
Comments: if you are so inclined :)
Keys jangling in the lock of the front door, Remus stepped into the entryway of the flat. He was met by a calamitous sound emanating from the rear of the flat - from the bedroom, in fact. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Remus strode quietly towards the source of the aural disturbance.
“Sirius?” he called tentatively as he approached the doorway. Rounding the corner, he was met by the sight of Sirius’ tweed-clad arse up in the air, rummaging through one of Remus’ trunks on the bedroom floor. Remus’ mouth opened involuntarily, astonished at the mountainous shirts, cardigans and trousers strewn across the bedroom floor. With a gentle smile and soft shake of his head, he sighed.
“What in Merlin’s name are you doing, Sirius?” Remus asked, collecting items of discarded clothing from the carpet as he walked on.
“Oh!” Sirius exclaimed, pivoting to face his boyfriend, “I didn’t hear you come in,” he continued happily, his handsome features alight with mischief.
“I called out,” Remus replied, looking around Sirius at the mess he had created, “What are you up to, Sirius Black?”
“Ah,” Sirius grinned, his front teeth protruding over his bottom lip, “It’s for Lil’s Halloween party.”
“Samhain.”
“Hmm?” Sirius asked absently: something had caught his eye and he bent down to retrieve it as Remus replied.
“Samhain. It’s a Samhain party. Well, bonfire, really.”
“Aren’t they pretty much the same thing?” Sirius said fingering the hem of the cardigan he had just picked up from the floor.
“Not really, Sirius. Samhain is more…Sirius?”
“Yes, Moony?” Sirius asked, grinning, as he slipped his arms into the sleeves of Remus’ cardigan.
“What are you doing with my cardigan there?”
“Wearing it, of course! Honestly, Moony.” Sirius tutted in mock exasperation as he smoothed the prickling wool.
“Yes, but what does that have to do with Lily’s costume party?”
“Bonfire.”
“Yes, I know. But what…” Remus began, bemused and a little frustrated.
Suddenly, Sirius stepped back, arms outstretched, he spun on one foot so that Remus could appreciate the sight in all its slightly odd and somewhat disconcerting glory.
“Well, Moony? What do you think?”
“Of what, exactly?” Remus raised one eyebrow in expectation of reply.
“My costume, of course!” Sirius’ lips split into a wide grin.
“You’re kidding.”
Sirius remained silent, but continued to smile. He moved towards Remus. Placing the flat of his hand against the small of Remus’ back, he drew his lover close. He inhaled deeply, unable to suppress a small grunt as he breathed out.
“Remus.”
“Sirius, we can’t, we’ll be late, and…” gasping, Remus stumbled over the last few words: Sirius had slid his tongue over the coarse grain of his neck. The thick muscle hot and wet against his skin, Remus moaned. One hand on Remus’ back, and the other on the back of his neck, Sirius drew Remus’ mouth to his own, soft lips and saliva meeting pressing, mingling; searching.
“Mmm,” Sirius breathed into Remus’ mouth as they parted, gasping for breath; “Now that’s more like it – a little Moony-on-Moony action.”
Remus choked out a laugh, half-caught by Sirius’ lips and tongue as they resumed their kiss.
As the voracity of their kisses intensified, Sirius slipped a hand between their warm bodies. Fingertips searched the scarred skin beneath Remus’ shirt. Sirius’ hand ran down Remus’ back and over the curvature of his arse. Cupping the cheek, Sirius brought Remus’ hips to forcefully meet his own: the rigidity of Remus’ erection strained against his own. Sirius smirked; unzipping Remus’ trousers, he massaged his companion through his underpants.
Groaning, Remus tilted his head towards the ceiling.
“Sirius,” he gasped, as the raven-haired boy’s fingers tugged his pants to one side. Sirius ran a finger slowly along the underside of Remus’ cock; he took the head between his thumb and forefinger, the skin prickling with heat, and sticky with pre-ejaculate.
Withdrawing his hand from Remus’ partially exposed groin, Sirius brought his fingers to his own mouth, savouring the taste of Remus on his tongue. Grinning, he spat into the palm of his hand before plunging it once more into Remus’ trousers. One-by-one Sirius wrapped his fingers around the length of Remus’ shaft. Making a fist, he ran his hand slowly over the pulsating flesh. Clinging to Sirius and breathing heavily, Remus thrust against Sirius’ closed fist. Sirius complied with the urgency of his boyfriend’s increasingly sporadic movements, his hand increasing its motions over Remus’ erection. Looping his fingers around the head, Sirius teased the tip of Remus’ cock till, grunting unceremoniously, Remus came in his trousers, come sticking to the fabric and Sirius’ eager fingers; the pink skin of his hand adorned by a white glow reminiscent of the silvery moon.
Panting, Remus allowed his head to fall clumsily against Sirius’ shoulder, the fabric of his own cardigan rough against his cheek.
“Is that really your costume?” he rasped against Sirius’ neck. In response, Sirius leaned back slightly and only grinned.