Title: Running Free
Author: centaury_squill
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: pygophilia
Other Warnings: implied voyeurism
Word Count: 1018
Summary/Description: Everything changed for Remus when his best friends became Animagi.
Author's Notes: I think this is the first time I've written a pairing which didn't feature Harry and/or Severus. Ho hum.


Remus ran through the forest, Sirius close behind. He could hear his friend crashing through the undergrowth: noisy, blatant. Not like a wolf, he thought smugly.

The moon, waning now, had at last lost its grip on him. But Remus didn't regret that time of freedom, senses keen, human concerns suppressed, running through the forest with his companion Padfoot. Back in human form again, he still enjoyed the lightness and fleetness of foot which would remain his for a few hours more.

His sense of smell was still sharpened, too; he could tell the exact moment the huge dog behind him changed back into a human. Remus turned, nostrils flaring. He loved Sirius' musky male odour, so much more attractive as a human than a dog.

"We'd better go back to the Shrieking Shack, get our clothes," said Sirius, passing his hand over his bare chest.

They set off along the narrow track which led out of the forest. After all his years of running as a wolf, the soles of Remus' feet were hard, impervious to rough terrain. This was not the case for Sirius, a newcomer to canine freedom. Soon the inevitable happened. Sirius stopped, limped on a few steps, cursing, then sat down on a patch of grass. Remus sat beside him, taking Sirius' bare foot in his hands.

"Thorn in your paw?"

"Fuck, yeah," groaned Sirius.

Remus took hold of the thorn, gently teased it free. Still cradling his friend's foot, he absently ran his thumb over the splayed toes.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember stuff after you change back? About being Padfoot, I mean."

Sirius considered.

"I remember sniffing your arse."

He looked directly at Remus, eyes bright with challenge.

Remus slowly lowered Sirius' foot to the ground and stood up.

"I remember that, too." He took a deep breath. "I liked it."

Sirius looked him up and down, eyes lingering on Remus' half-hard cock. He ran his tongue slowly across his lips.

"I bet you'd still like it. Moony."

Remus stared at him for a long moment, then slowly, deliberately, went down on all fours, presenting his buttocks to Sirius. Sirius instantly squatted behind him, his hands greedily squeezing, kneading. He dimly remembered nosing into Moony's wolf arse as they ran four-footed from the Shrieking Shack, how thrilling it had been.

This was even better.

Sirius' hands urged Remus to thrust his backside up higher, dipping his head so he could nose and lick those wonderful bulbous buttocks. He felt his cock swell and stiffen, pointing hopefully up at its target.

"Merlin's balls," he growled, "I want to fuck you, Moony."

He gave Remus' bum a nip, half savage, half playful.

"Ow!"

"S'allright, Moony. I won't hurt you. Just let me..." Sirius' voice became hoarse, trailed off. His long fingers clutched and parted Remus' arse cheeks, his thumb swiping frantically up and down his friend's enticing crack.

"We haven't got any lube," groaned Remus. "And our wands are back in the Shack."

Sirius raised his head from the tempting sight of Remus' arse and looked wildly around, as if expecting to see vials of lube growing on the trees.

"Uh," he said, squeezing rhythmically on Remus' buttocks. "We'll manage..."

He remembered something James had boasted about, before he'd become so cosy with Lily. Something about going with that sexy, big-breasted Hufflepuff girl – what was her name? Didn't matter. About her mashing his dick between her boobs until he came. Hell, Remus' arse was better than any boobs. But a bit too taut, bent over as he was...

"Remus. Stand up."

Remus looked enquiringly at him over his shoulder.

"It's OK. I won't go inside you. Just stand up." Inspiration struck. "Lean against that tree."

Remus got to his feet, settled himself against the big oak tree. He felt Sirius close behind him, breathing heavily against the back of his neck.

Sirius seized Remus' gorgeous globes, nestled his cock between them. "Oh yeah. That's the way. You're so hot, baby..."

Remus tensed and flexed his buttocks against Sirius' hands, against his cock. His own cock rose, rubbing against the rough bark of the tree. He yelped.

"Yeah, yeah, come for me, baby," babbled Sirius, humping him mercilessly against the tree.

Remus slid sideways, found a patch of moss on the tree which cushioned his leaking, twitching cock head.

"Wow, Sirius," he moaned. "Sirius..."

"Yeah. Yeah. Just like that. Yeah. Oh man..."

Sirius' cock jerked wildly. Spunk spurted all over Remus' buttocks,  slid slowly down towards the top of his thighs. Sirius sank to his knees and began lapping it up with his tongue, just as Remus came, hard, against the tree. When his shudders and moans had subsided, and his buttocks were licked clean, Sirius pulled him away from the tree, turned him around, and took him firmly in his arms.

"That was awesome."

"Yeah," Remus said, still a bit dazed, "yeah, it was." He was overwhelmed by the sex, and the smell of sex, of Sirius.

Sirius hugged him close until his racing heartbeat slowed back to normal. Finally, reluctantly, he let him go.

"I suppose we'd better get back soon, people will be wondering where we are."

Remus nodded. "I wonder where Prongs and Wormtail are tonight," he said.

Sirius stretched his arms above his head, yawning widely. "I expect old Prongs is sniffing around Evans again," he said.

"And Wormy?"

Sirius shrugged. "Dunno. Probably following them, trying to cop a flash of her tits." He caught sight of Remus' face; obviously James had boasted about the Hufflepuff girl to him, too. Sirius nudged his friend and grinned. "Not tempted, myself. I'm a cock man, me. Well, cocks and arses. Mmmm, arses. Nothing like 'em. Especially yours, mate."

He slapped Remus' bare bum and the two of them set off at a jog trot down the footpath towards the Shrieking Shack, talking and laughing, Sirius' hand on Remus' buttock. When their voices had died away in the distance, a rat popped out of hiding, whiskers still quivering with the thrill of what he'd seen.

Peter was a cock man, too.

- fin -