Title: Tell Me, Moony Requestor: pridefulpenguin Author/Artist: Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Summary: Remus has a secret, and Sirius is set on finding out what it is. Warnings (if any): Slash, rimming, light bondage. Author's Notes: This was my first smut fic, so it was quite a challenge, but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope it came out okay. pridefulpenguin requested Remus/Sirius and bondage, collars, wall!sex, table/desk!sex, frottage, rimming, oral, and biting/marking. I tried to get in as many of your kinks as I could - I hope you like it! :) Also, many thanks to my beta, who I'll call C for now. I don't know where I would have been without him.
Softly and nimbly Remus unwrapped the gift that had been thrown in his lap, the paper crinkly and red, and very obviously wrapped by an unskilled Sirius. It was like this every year around Christmas time. Each of the four Marauders would pass around their gifts and one by one each gift would be opened as the others watched. It was a sort of tradition, and unfortunately, one that Remus found unbearable. It wasn't the reason that one might think of first, that Remus was shy and hated other people staring at him, even his closest friends. It was something else entirely. The reason was that every year the same exact thing happened - he got a raging hard-on - and one that he was finding increasingly difficult to hide.
Some might blame it on the fact that Remus was a young, teenaged boy with uncontrollable hormones. However, Remus knew it was something else entirely, and something embarrassing to admit.
Sirius's hands.
Remus unexplainably had a thing for hands. He found them extraordinary, even if they seemed plain and boring at first sight. After all, man would have never have progressed as far as he had without them and its opposable thumb. But, that wasn't to say Remus liked all hands - hands were all different after all. Some were short, some long, some stubby and fat, some with torn cuticles, and some with finely manicured fingernails. Peter's hands, for example, Remus couldn't stand. They were stubby and chubby, with dirt under his nails, and almost always sweaty. Sirius's hands, however, were a different matter entirely.
Sirius's hands were elegant and long, with short, well-trimmed nails, and a firm grip. The young werewolf found himself entranced by them. He was normally able to keep his thoughts elsewhere, but Christmas time made it almost impossible, what with Sirius eagerly ripping off paper and excitedly holding up his gifts, all while Remus imagined all the naughty things those very hands could do. Whenever December 25 came around, it was like Remus' thoughts, and prick, had a mind of its own.
Awkwardly crossing his legs, Sirius's warm voice broke through Remus's wandering thoughts.
"Well, what do you think?"
Blinking and looking over to Sirius's expectant face, it took Remus a while to realize what he meant. Of course - the gift. Looking down at his lap to an open box, he spotted his present. A brown leather collar. Glancing over, he noticed Sirius was now wearing something similar around his own neck, though his was black.
"Oh, it's brilliant, Sirius!" Remus's smile was genuine as he lifted it into the light. It really was quite clever, even if he didn't ever plan on wearing it.
Sirius smiled mischievously as he said, "Put it on then!" James and Peter watched on with similar grins. They vanished as Remus shook his head.
"No, I don't think so."
Sirius instantly switched on his puppy-dog look, one that Remus usually found nearly impossible to deny, but he stood his ground. The gift was nice enough, but not so much that he was willing to embarrass himself in front of his friends- especially when the thought of it aroused him even further. It made him feel like he was owned by Sirius, or something along those lines anyway.
"C'mon, stop acting like an old man, Moony" James whined, Peter nodding along vigorously.
"James is right," said Sirius, backing his schoolmate's whine. "C'mon." Sirius scooted closer on his knees, stopping in front of Remus as the boy shifted uncomfortably. His erection hadn't waned, and with their close proximity there was no doubt Sirius would notice. Remus's fears were confirmed when Sirius lifted the collar out of his lap, shooting him a devilish smile and wink that all but screamed, "What have we here?"
"No, Sirius, really, don't." Remus's look was one of pleading, but Sirius continued his ministrations, undoing the clasp that held the leather closed. The devious look on Sirius's face refused to wane.
"Nope, I gave you a gift, and you're going to accept it like the good friend you are." Softly, Sirius wrapped the collar around Remus' neck and clasped it closed, shooting him another grin, though sitting back and giving Remus his space. Remus' dick twitched painfully as the hands he had been admiring all night left his neck, leaving warmth and a twinge of disappointment in their wake. Groaning, Remus covered his eyes.
"Fine."
Peter jumped from his spot on the floor, and as the watch clicked to 5:00, exclaimed, "Time for dinner!" Laughing, the other three rose as well, but Remus headed to the boys' dormitory rather than the common room, as the other three were.
"I'll catch up, I just have to grab something real quick." Really Remus was just hoping to rid himself of the collar without Sirius noticing, but his plan failed as Sirius told the others to go ahead and followed Remus right up the stairs. Sighing, Remus threw open the door and pretended to be looking for something in hopes Sirius would go away.
"Who was it?" Sirius asked. Those certainly weren't the words Remus was expecting.
"'Who' was what?" he asked, stopping his pretend search to peer toward his friend curiously, his personal 'problem' momentarily forgotten.
"Who you were you thinking about that you got that magnificent hard-on?" Sirius laughed as if it was the most obvious question in the world, his eyebrows raised inquiringly and his eyes watchful.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Padfoot." Remus's blush gave away the careless lie all too easily.
Sirius was still smiling, but Remus definitely was not. He was plain embarrassed, and the prospect of having to go into the Great Hall with the collar on wasn't improving the feeling.
"Oh, come off it. That could be seen a mile away. I'm surprised James didn't notice, or he definitely would have called you out on it."
"Still don't know what you're talking about."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Ahah!" Sirius exclaimed victoriously, hooting and punching his fist in the air. "So it WAS someone!" He moved to pull Remus closer, intent on ruffling his hair, but the latter held out a hand, holding Sirius back. Even though he had had a few moments to compose himself, the erection from earlier still hadn't fully disappeared, and he didn't feel liked getting anymore harassment for it.
"Bugger off," Remus muttered. Anyone else would have thought Remus was angry, but Sirius knew him best, and knew this was hardly an 'Angry Remus' - just an annoyed, disconcerted one.
Sirius huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at his friend. Normally Remus would tell him anything, even something as silly as this, but he was holding out on information and that fact annoyed Sirius to no end. He wanted to know, damn it!
Pulling out his wand, he pointed it over his shoulder and smirked as the heard the satisfying click of the door locking. Continuing, he pointed the wand at Remus before his friend had the chance to question it. Remus was promptly pushed back toward the wall as if an invisible hand were there, nudging him along. As soon as his back met the stone, his hands were lifted above his head and tied to the candle bracket.
Remus struggled and pulled, trying to get himself out of the constraints.
"Really, now! What do you think you're doing!"
"What I need to do to get the information out of you." Sirius smiled a smile that would make even Lucifer proud, and walked over to his bed, the one that now was directly in Remus' line of sight. Without giving it a second thought he undid the belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and let them fall to the ground with a resounding thud.
"Sirius, what are you doing?" It wasn't as if Remus had never seen it before. One was apt to get glances and peeks sharing a dorm room with four other guys. But Sirius had never exposed himself like this, and especially never with the intent of having Remus watch him.
"Proving to you that it's normal to get off thinking about other people." Sirius didn't mention who he was thinking of, but laid on the bed and spread his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination. He propped himself up on one elbow, grabbed his prick in his hand and gave it some tugs until it hardened.
"Sirius, I get your point!" Remus exclaimed with increasing embarrassment. A furious blush painted his cheeks. "Now let me go and quit it!"
The only indication that Sirius gave that he had heard him was a short shake of the head. Otherwise, he continued with his ministrations unhindered, pulling his hand up and down, until his dick was an angry red and the head leaked with precome. Low, guttural moans escaped him that sent jolts straight to Remus's prick.
Remus shook his head and closed his eyes, and repeated over and over, "I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this, I'm not seeing this!" His exclamations did nothing however, and he couldn't help himself from peeking, watching as Sirius's mouth slackened and he pumped into his hand, the same exact hand he had been admiring just minutes before. The sight was overwhelming, and his cock seemed to agree, now painfully constricted in his pants and weeping to be let out.
"Watch me," Sirius said.
Remus obeyed and opened his eyes fully, unsure why he was finally giving into Sirius's commands. It might have just been that he knew his subconscious mind wanted to, even if his rational one didn't, but either way he kept his eyes fixed on Sirius. He bit his lip and kept his gaze on his friend's dick, wishing that it was his hand rubbing it instead of Sirius's own.
"See that it's normal, now?"
"Good," Sirius said, rising from his position on the bed and walking towards Remus, his hard length bobbing in all its glory. "Now tell me, please." He nudged up to Remus so that his hardness was pressed firmly against his thigh and pressed his lips against Remus's ear, repeating his earlier request.
"No, Sirius. Come on, seriously, what do you think you're doing?"
Sirius, rather than answering, let his hands rest on Remus's hips and leaned down to lay his lips against the neck before him, licking and nibbling as he moved downward toward a collar bone. The very hands that Remus had watched from afar moved from his hips toward his backside with meaningful squeezes. While he couldn't exactly complain, this was an entirely new development. He and Sirius had never been anything other than friends, so he didn't know what to make of the situation. Sirius spelled away his shirt and tossed it to the side.
"S-stop," Remus said without any real conviction. Whatever he said to the contrary, Sirius could tell Remus wanted this as much as he did. Remus's breathing had become erratic and his erection was pressing willingly through his jeans.
Sirius paused in his actions. "Tell me, Moony."
"No," Remus shook his head defiantly, refusing to let go of what he had been keeping secret so well. Not taking 'no' for an answer, Sirius rubbed at Remus's cock through his trousers and smirked as he felt the wetness there.
"Now, now, Moony," said Sirius, pausing to give Remus a soft squeeze on the bottom (to which he gave a delightful moan). "Tell me."
Remus said nothing, but closed his eyes and shook his head, as if blocking out the vision of Sirius would make his problem go away. He began to struggle against his bonds fruitlessly in attempt to rub himself, but in all his tugging and pulling, all he did was accidentally brush his cock against Sirius' leg, and without doubt, his cock as well. He groaned loudly at the friction.
Sirius whispered his demands again and again, but Remus refused once more. He wasn't sure why he was being so defiant, seeing as how admitting he found Sirius attractive wouldn't be all that bad. More than half the girls in their year, and even a fair handful of guys fawned over him, so it wasn't like it would have been that big of a surprise. But whatever his reasoning, Remus couldn't deny that he was enjoying all the attention he was receiving. If anything, he would continue to deny Sirius what he wanted so badly if only that it meant Sirius would continue in his teasing.
"Sirius," Remus whined breathlessly, "C'mon. This isn't fair."
Sirius rubbed his palm against Remus' erection that was tenting his pants with an, "Oh?" Remus gasped incoherently. It seemed Sirius realized merely asking wasn't going to get them anywhere. He was ready to play dirty.
Smiling wickedly, he lowered his head and placed a well-positioned swipe of his tongue to Remus' chest, lingering just slightly at his nipple. He forced a trail up his chest to his neck, all the while hands playing with the waistband of his trousers. Remus let out a soft moan and threw his head back, flinching as he accidentally hit the wall behind him. Sirius repeated the action on the other side, watching with appreciation as a blush crawled up the entirety of Remus's body. He could even sense the hint of a tremble.
Straightening himself, Sirius placed his lips at Remus's ear, and with his hot breath rebounding off the other's skin, asked, "Do you want to come?"
Remus groaned out a barely audible, "Oh Gods, yes," and bucked his hips, hissing in pleasure as he gained much wanted friction against Sirius's body. It seemed that was all he needed, as soon the werewolf found himself fretting with abandon, moaning out load as he felt how hard Sirius was himself. He could feel his balls starting to contract and tighten. It wasn't going to take him much longer.
Remus's eyes shot open in surprise as he felt a bite at his neck, though the sensation brought much more pleasure than pain. His breath was coming in short, strangled breaths as all his senses caught up with him and Sirius continued nibbling along his neck and collarbone, no doubt leaving marks. It was a wonder he didn't scream aloud as Sirius grabbed his dick through his trousers. He began rubbing as Remus jerked his hips.
Sirius returned his mouth and tugged gently on the collar that Remus still wore around his neck and breathed out, "You're mine."
Remus cried out and ground his dick against Sirius's, those two words wiping out any inhibitions he may have previously held. Sirius responded favorably, moving in time with Remus's movements, too caught up in the moment to even remove Remus's pants. It was only when he could tell they were both ready to come that he stopped and pulled away, his breath hot and heavy. "Not yet", he muttered, tugging on the waistband of Remus's pants.
Working quickly, it didn't take him long to undo the button and zipper of Remus's jeans and pull the fabric down to his ankles, along with his underwear. Remus groaned as his cock was finally freed and pumped his hips fruitlessly. Sirius smirked and lined himself up with Remus once more, hissing as their cocks rubbed against one another. He repeated the mantra he had been whispering to Remus for the past several minutes, "Tell me."
Remus shook his head and tried to continue pumping against Sirius, but he held his hips still and fell to his knees, looking up at Remus with a promising grin.
Without another word, he turned Remus around so that he now faced the wall and his arms twisted above his head in their bonds. He tried to look over his shoulder to see what Sirius was doing, but couldn't see much. It was only when he felt Sirius push his legs apart and spread his cheeks that the idea crossed him.
Remus gulped and swallowed, excited but still nervous. He had never gone this far with anyone before, and he had never even dreamed of doing this. But perhaps the fact that it felt so forbidden and taboo was what made even just the thought of it so goddamn hot.
He gasped out loud; eyes gone wide, as he felt Sirius unexpectedly swipe his tongue against him there. The tongue glided upwards, stopping at his tailbone - teasingly brief. Remus, overwhelmed with arousal that had never been this strong, arched his back and groaned, pushing back against Sirius's face. He tucked his face against his arm as a blush crawled up his body and his entrance relaxed and opened up for his lover.
Remus tasted salty and tangy, and it was all Sirius could do to keep himself from groaning as he lapped at Remus. Sirius reached down and continued his earlier ministrations, rubbing his own leaking penis, and continued to lick and suck as Remus weakened at the knees. He ventured further and actually pushed his tongue inside.
Remus's jaw dropped and he sucked in hitched breaths. Sirius was fucking him with his tongue, making him quiver and shake. The idea itself threatened to throw him over the edge, threatened to make him spurt his come all over the wall in front of him, but the actual feeling of Sirius's tongue was what was doing him in. Just when he felt like he was going to explode, Sirius pulled away and turned him back around, so that his back was now against the wall and his hands untwisted in their bonds.
"Tell me, Remus," Sirius said from his position on the floor, staring up at him with hungry eyes. Remus almost thought he could detect that Sirius knew exactly who had turned him on so much, and that he was only going through this whole charade to get them both off, but it was strangely fun to keep what Sirius wanted to badly out of his reach. Remus shook his head and bit his lip, reveling in teasing him.
Sirius muttered, "Fine," and darted out his tongue, letting it flick across Remus's prick. Remus hissed and jutted his hips forward, unable to stop himself.
Sirius lifted a hand to cup his balls and slid the head into his mouth, letting his eyes flutter closed. Remus moaned and couldn't stop himself from pushing forward into the willing mouth. Sirius took in as much of him as he could and let his tongue drag along the underside. Remus, after all the voyeurism, rubbing, teasing, licking, and sucking, knew he wouldn't last much longer.
Sirius bobbed his head back and forth, dragging his tongue and pushing it against the slit. He pulled his hand from its position at Remus's sack southward, rubbing and pressing against the muscle he had just been licking with his tonguw, which resulted in a more than favorable groan from Remus. The latter had given up tugging on his bonds long ago and instead just took the sensations as they came. His breath was gaining in speed and irregularity, and his cock was growing harder in Sirius's mouth.
Sirius pulled away with a resounding pop, and shot him another smirk. "C'mon, it's now or never Remus," he said, rubbing his own dick slowly; he brought out his tongue and swirled it around the head of Remus's. He smiled and winked at him, licking up the precome that was leaking from Remus's cock.
Remus hissed and watched his friend. Still, he bit his lip and kept his mouth closed.
Sirius kept his eyes on Remus's rapt expression, and continued with his small licks and kisses, teasing Remus into spilling his secrets. Remus was inching closer and closer, and it was all he could to stop himself from pumping into the empty air without purchase.
"It was," he started, unable to stop himself. All he wanted was that sweet release he had been aching for since Sirius handed him the present earlier that evening.
Sirius perked his brows to show interest, but never stopped in his actions, licking and sucking, kissing and caressing.
Remus frowned, not in what some would have interpreted as pain, but in that look that most people give right before they're about to come. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, his cock tingling and his balls tightening. Just a few more licks and he'd be pushed over the edge "It was," he repeated.
Sirius, rather than waiting for a response, finally took all of Remus into his mouth once more.
Remus cried out and cursed, "Fuck!" That was all he needed, and he exploded into Sirius's mouth, finally letting loose the secret he had been holding as he came and exclaimed, "It was you!"
Sirius swallowed as Remus came, rubbing himself to his own climax at the same time. The come decorated his chest and hand, its warmth quickly leaving. It wasn't long before it was just a cold, sticky mess.
Licking his lips, Sirius pulled away and cleaned up the remaining drips of come that resided on Remus's cock and stood with an elated, content smile on his face. Remus was sagging in his restraints - his strength had left him and his knees had weakened.
"You're fucking evil," Remus muttered from his position, though like earlier, there was no malice in his insult. More disbelief than anything.
"Oh I know, but that's why you love me, and obviously why you find me so goddamn hot." Sirius chuckled and untied the bonds, proceeding to clean them off with his wand. Remus flushed and said nothing.
As they walked down to the Great Hall only moments later, neither said anything, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. The long walk gave them both time to cool off and let heat to leave their cheeks.
Remus didn't notice the collar that still hung around his neck.
By the time they reached the Gryffindor table, dinner had already passed and everyone was half-way through their desserts. James raised an eyebrow in question as they sat down in their respective seats.
"Took you damn long enough. Someone might have thought you were shagging up there."
Sirius and Remus shot each other knowing looks, and smiled.