HP fic "And Everything In Between" (PG-NC17) (2/3)
Title: And Everything In Between Rating: Part 1 is PG, Part 2 is NC17, and Part 3 is PG13. Summary: Sirius isn't the centre of Remus' world. Sirius is Not Pleased. Marauders-era, and completely spoiler-free, for those of you worried. A/N: Billions of kisses to kellygreen for the beta, and I'm sorry I was such a nag. You're a brilliant beta, and I love you! Also, this fic was started about a thousand years ago for the incomparable brak4werewolves -- sorry it was so long in the making!
Sirius skidded to a halt just out of reach of the Whomping Willow, heart pounding after his furious run. He glanced up at the rapidly darkening sky; good – the moon hadn’t yet risen. In a breath he transformed. The huge black dog that was his Animagus form immediately flattened to the ground, deftly scrambling past the whipsawing branches of the Willow, and hurtling himself headlong into the tight passage hidden beneath the tree.
He raced along underground, mindless of rocks and roots that miraculously didn’t trip him. In no time – so it seemed – he’d reached the trapdoor to the Shrieking Shack and transformed back so his human hands could work the catch. For a heart-stopping moment Sirius’ hands scrabbled uselessly at the catch before he remembered that he had fingers instead of paws. Finally he wrested the trapdoor open and flung himself through it, swiftly locking it again from the inside.
Behind him, Remus hoarsely said, “Don’t lock it yet. The others…”
“Yeah.” Sirius nodded, finally taking a decent look at Remus. He was perched on the side of the bed, fingers gripping the edge of the mattress hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Nearly didn’t make it in time, Sirius thought. Almost time for his Change.
Remus pushed his fringe back out of his eyes with one visibly trembling hand. “Who’s Peter tutoring?” he asked, brow furrowed. Sirius frowned at the catch in Remus’ voice.
“Not tutoring,” Sirius explained. “Being tutored. By McGonagall. In Transformation, of all things.” They both sniggered.
Suddenly Remus’ back arched at an impossible angle, a low whine escaping his throat. “Change, now,” he gasped at Sirius, who immediately did just that.
The moon had risen.
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When the long, awful night was over and the moon had finally set, Padfoot huddled whining in a corner, helpless as the werewolf in Remus receded, leaving a barely-conscious boy in its place. The moment the Change was complete, Padfoot slunk over to the boy (Moony, he remembered, packmate), nudging him until Remus fell back onto the bed. Padfoot clambered up beside the boy, and they curled up to sleep.
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By the time Sirius awoke, the sun was spilling light through the many cracks in the Shack’s boarded-up windows.
Where-? He thought, disoriented. Propping himself up on one elbow, he glanced around the disheveled room, gradually recognizing the Shack and the bed he was in, with Remus draped drowsily across him.
“Morning,” Remus yawned, opening one sleepy eye. He rolled slightly more onto Sirius, one thin arm snuggled cozily across Sirius’ bare chest, and one leg hooked over Sirius’ knee.
“Morning,” mumbled Sirius, trying to extricate himself from the tangle of Remus’ limbs. Remus just snuggled closer.
“Moony,” Sirius whispered. He waited. Nothing. He prodded Remus’ arm with one finger. “Moony,” he said again, slightly louder.
Grudgingly Remus opened his eyes. “What?”
“I have to go. Pomfrey’ll be here soon.”
“No. Want you.”
“So,” Sirius continued, “I have to get back to the castle and – hang on, what?”
Remus’ eyes drooped closed again as he sleepily murmured, “She comes later now. Told her the lie-in helps me recover. Have a lie-in with me, Sirius.”
With a start, Sirius realised that Remus’ hips had begun rocking almost imperceptibly, the maddeningly slow rhythm rubbing Remus’ rapidly hardening cock against Sirius’ hip. And, Sirius noted with some dismay, Remus’ cock wasn’t the only one enjoying the sensations. Bloody post-moon horny werewolves, he thought. Too bad his snotty little Ravenclaw isn’t here.
“Get off me!” Sirius hissed, half-heartedly pushing Remus away from him. But Remus was deceptively strong, and before Sirius quite understood how it had happened, Remus was astride him, wide awake now, his hands pinning Sirius’ wrists to the stained mattress.
“I don’t think so,” Remus said. Deliberately he rocked against Sirius, his eyes glittering with feverish intent as Sirius squirmed helplessly beneath him.
“’M not your Ravenclaw,” Sirius gasped.
Remus leaned down til the pair were nose to nose. “I know you’re not,” he breathed, and then his mouth was on Sirius’, languorous but determined.
“Don’t… Mmph… Please… I…” Sirius muttered as Remus’ tongue laved a path along his jaw.
Remus drew back so sharply it was as though he’d been slapped. “Don’t what?” he asked, eyes narrowed. “Don’t touch me? Or…” He drew one hand down to cup Sirius’ prick where it was straining against the confines of his trousers. “Or don’t stop?”
Sirius whimpered, hips bucking up against Remus’ grasp. “Don’t stop,” he begged, and groaned as Remus swiftly unbuttoned and discarded both their trousers. In a flash Remus was back astride him, their cocks rubbing fiercely against each other as they kissed.
“Touch me,” Remus commanded, and Sirius eagerly reached down between them. Remus’ cock was slippery with pre-come; Sirius brought his fingertips to his mouth for a brief taste, then dipped back down to stroke, to pull, to mirror every action that Remus was doing to him.
“Too bad your Ravenclaw is missing out,” Sirius said, and immediately regretted the words as Remus’ eyes flashed dangerously at him.
“Sirius,” Remus rasped, bending down to nip warningly at Sirius’ right nipple, “this is not a good time to discuss him.” He bit at the nipple again, and with a shout Sirius came, spilling messily over Remus’ relentlessly stroking hand.
“My turn,” Remus gasped, thrusting hard into Sirius’ fist as his orgasm hit. He collapsed atop Sirius, chest heaving for breath. “I meant that,” Remus added after a few moments. “Don’t mention Gareth when we’re…don’t throw him in my face like that.”
Sirius struggled out from beneath Remus, picking up his wand from the pile of their discarded clothes. “Scourgify,” he muttered, cleansing the stickiness from them both. He glanced over his shoulder at Remus. “If I don’t mention him, will he go away?”
“Sod off.”
“Nice, Moony,” Sirius grumbled. “Glad to be of service. Again.”
Remus narrowed his eyes. “I beg your pardon?”
“Glad I could be so convenient for you,” Sirius spat, as he pulled on his clothes. “As Prongs would’ve been if he’d been here. Because we know, we know how it is for you the morning after. No, shut it!” he added as Remus opened his mouth to protest. “You think your precious Ravenclaw would do this for you? You think he’s going to take you and your Change and everything that goes with it? Or is he going to just want the morning after and hate the wolf?”
“Be quiet!” Remus yelled. “He… I… He said…”
“What?” Sirius snapped. “He said that he loves you?”
Remus very quickly shut his mouth.
“Oh,” said Sirius in a very small voice.
Remus said nothing.
“Maybe I don’t want to be a convenience anymore,” Sirius added.
“Padfoot…” Remus began.
Sirius shook his head, mussed black hair falling over his eyes. “Don’t,” he warned, fumbling at the trapdoor locks. “Don’t tell me. Save it for your Ravenclaw. I have to go.”