Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2009-08-24 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009, fic |
[FIC] Beginnings :: Sirius/Remus | gift for ramie_k
Title: Beginnings
Author:
Recipient: ramie_k
Rating: R
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Summary: What happened after Sirius and Remus left Hogwarts in Harry’s third year?
Warnings: Angst, oral, implied sex. flashbacks (though that’s really not a warning)
Word Count: 1,683
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the world of Harry Potter, and this was written for entertainment purposes only.
Author's/Artist's notes: The flashback is mainly from Sirius’s point of view. To my recipient. I hope you enjoy this. I’m really sorry there isn’t more smut, but the muse was not moving me that way! Thank you to my beta!
No sooner did Sirius reach Grimmauld Place and get Buckbeak settled, he fell asleep, not bothering to even take a bath or change his clothes. He was exhausted. Years in a cold, dark cell in Azkaban and almost a year on the run (mostly spent in canine form) really took a lot out of him. He hadn’t even made it to his room, instead falling asleep on one of the dusty sofas in the main parlour.
When Remus got off the Hogwart’s Express, he had no real idea what he was going to do. He had his small cottage in Dover, on the outskirts of town, but he would have a hard time finding employment unless it was as a tutor, which was not the greatest of livings.
As he sat down on a bench, after leaving the platform, he wondered briefly about Sirius. The Headmaster had told him that Sirius had left Hogwarts and was probably going back to his family home, and had hinted that maybe Remus should pay him a visit; make sure he was alright. Take the opportunity to reestablish their friendship, especially now that they had a common interest in James’s son.
He was uncertain if he wanted to do that. There was a lot of history behind them, and many things that had been said in anger, and important things that had been left unsaid when Sirius was arrested. Remus knew that the headmaster was right; that the air needed to be cleared between them. He wasn’t sure where to start. There was too much between them that no one knew about; or at least too much of what could have been, but never actually became.
With a sigh, and a tiny bit of resolve, Remus apparated to Grimmauld Place. If nothing else, he really would not mind the company.
Sirius was awakened by the sound of a heavy knock. It took him almost ten minutes to clear the cobwebs out of his mind and actually become coherent enough to realize that someone was at the door. “Kreacher!” he bellowed. Not hearing a response, he let out a sigh of frustration and got up to open the door. “Remus.” He nodded at his old friend and invited him in. “What brings you here?”
“Sirius.” Remus nodded in return and followed the other man into the parlour. “I thought I would drop by and see how you were doing. We didn’t have much opportunity to speak after that full moon.
“No, we didn’t.” Sirius agreed. “I think we have a lot to talk about though. Why don’t you stay for a few days?”
“I’d like that,” Remus replied as he put his bags down and took off his jacket.
Sirius stared as Remus took off his jacket. His friend was too thin. He thought that even with all the layers the man was wearing, he could almost count his ribs. He imagined he wasn’t in the best of shape either. His concern, however was focused on Remus. “Come on,” he finally said, “I’ll show you to your room.”
He led Remus up the stairs, stopping at a large room across from his. “This is one of the guest rooms. There is a bathroom that you can get to through the door on the left wall. I don’t know what’s in the house food wise, so we may have to make a trip to the store tomorrow.”
Remus nodded. “Thanks, Sirius,” he said as he put his bags down. “I think I’ll retire for the night, it’s been a long few days.”
Sirius nodded and went to his own room as the door closed. Remus looked almost ill. His furry little problem aging him far faster than he should have been. Then again, he had aged too. Azkaban did that, to the innocent at least.
He sat on his bed with a heavy sigh. Slowly, he opened the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a faded album. He was surprised that no one in his family had found this after he left. He suspected that they just closed his door and pretended that the room didn’t exist.
He dusted it off and opened it, looking at each picture, trying to remember the memory associated with each one. Remus was in almost all of them, forcing Sirius to focus on him, more than James. He stopped when he got to the middle of the album. There was a picture of him and Remus, arms around each other in an embrace that looked more than just friendly. Lily must have taken that picture he thought. James was a tad on the homophobic side and usually found a way to exit a room when the two boys even looked like they were getting cozy. Lily was far more accepting and tolerant. She thought it was cute.
The memory made him laugh. Cute. Cute was a term for bunnies and fuzzy kittens and birds, didn’t matter what their hair color. Cute did not describe him and Remus. They were beyond cute.
He kept gazing at the photo, watching the reflection of him and Remus messing around. When was that? Oh yes, that was before they graduated, the night after they had taken their last NEWT exams.
They were all celebrating in the boy’s dorm. Lily and James had disappeared behind his bed curtains, and the last thing anyone heard was a silencing charm. It was just him and Remus at that point, both of them drunk and rowdy and incredibly horny.
They had gotten into a wrestling match which turned into a tickle war, which led to a kiss. Sirius was on top of Remus, his chapped lips pressed against Remus’ smooth warm ones.
The kiss surprised Remus, but it was a welcome surprise. He wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck and pulled him down, opening his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss. He tasted of butterbeer and cinnamon – spicy and warm and sweet…and just delicious. Sirius snaked his hands through Remus’s hair, tugging gently on the soft strands.
Slowly he put his weight on Remus and planted kisses on his face. He could smell the wolf inside, musky and raw. It was one week before the full moon. He was elated when he heard a small moan coming from the man under him. It was arousing as hell, and it was finding it difficult to show any modicum of control. He wanted to rip Remus Lupin’s clothes off and shag the hell out of him. That would come eventually, he hoped.
He began to kiss Remus’s neck, sucking on the skin there, trying to avoid the scar that marked him as a werewolf as he moved to the hollow of his throat, he felt Remus moving his hand towards his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, before running his slender fingers over Sirius’ chest. “Gods, Remus,” he groaned. “I wanted to seduce you and you are making it quite…hard to do so…”
Remus just chuckled and encouraged him to keep going.
“Fuck this,” Sirius growled as he pulled furiously at the buttons of Remus shirt. “I need you, dammit.”
Within a matter of minutes both were naked and the gentle kisses became more urgent, more frantic. Hands, nails, arms, legs were all over the place, touching…biting…licking. It was a miracle that neither of them fell off the bed.
Eventually Sirius reached for Remus’s cock and started stroking it. His hopefully soon-to-be lover felt good. Remus was already hard from their frantic foreplay, which made this all the better.
Sirius licked his lips and slid down to take Remus in his mouth. He cupped his balls and stroked them lightly as he traced patterns right below the head with his tongue. Remus’ breathing and his sighs told him that he was doing something right. He sucked a bit harder, as Remus bucked his hips against him urging him to go faster and suck harder. He felt fingers in his scalp and gentle tugs on his hair, which only made him want more of the man he loved.
He laughed softly as Remus finally climaxed. As it subsided, and Remus’s breathing got softer, Sirius slid back up on the bed to face him. They fell asleep shortly after that.
The next morning, Sirius was dreaming that Remus was sucking his cock. When he opened his eyes he realized that it was not a dream, and that his lover was between his legs looking quite debauched as his head bobbed up and down on Sirius’ cock. It felt better than he imagined.
He moaned and bucked up hard against Remus as he pulled Remus’s towards his cock. Remus was doing the same thing to Sirius as he had done the night before, and it was driving him crazy. Colors and sparks and all sorts of images flashed before his eyes as he climaxed….
That had been the start of things. They had managed to explore their relationship a bit more after they graduated and Lily and James had gotten married, but as the first war grew near and times grew dark, accusations were made and defended and the two of them drifted apart, neither realizing that the least likely person was the one causing the anguish.
So long ago, Sirius thought sadly. We never got to see where it would lead us, and he probably never wants to think of that again. Not that I blame him
He didn’t hear the door to his room open, nor did he see the man watching him as he broke down and wept over lost love and lost friends. He did not see Remus walk to the bed and look over his shoulder.
“I remember those days,” Remus whispered as he put his arms around Sirius.
When the other man looked up, Remus spoke again. “There’s a lot we need to talk about and a lot that we need to work out, but I’d like to think of this as a new beginning for us. Interested?”
Sirius’s eyes lit up at that suggestion. No answer was needed.