yule_balls_mod (yule_balls_mod) wrote in hp_yule_balls, @ 2008-12-18 11:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, character: remus lupin, character: sirius black, fic, pairing: remus/sirius |
Fic: The Prefects' Bathroom (Remus/Sirius, NC-17) for ericahpfa
Author: ladyhurt
Recipient: ericahpfa
Title: The Prefects' Bathroom
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Remus/Remus, Sirius/Sirius, Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: 7th year pranks force Remus to actually use the Prefects' bathroom. Sirius stalks him. Wanking ensues. Sex follows.
Warnings: ...ABBA references?
Word Count: about 2.600
Author's Notes: Thanks to my love, A, for the beta. <3
Sirius lay panting against the wall, cloak spread out under him and pooling around his ankles in a scene of careless debauchery, his cock spent and throbbing in his hand. A sudden splash from behind had him on his feet in a flash, tucking himself into his trousers and whipping his cloak around his shoulders. Wand shoved into his waistband, he fled down the corridor as fast as he could manage, hoping to Merlin he hadn't been heard.
- A week before -
"Sirius, stop that, just...stop it."
Remus Lupin stood sopping wet, freezing, clutching a towel around his waist and furiously red in the face. Sirius lay under his bed, clutching his stomach and laughing.
"Oh, you should have seen your face, oh, it was, was..." his laughter drowned out the last of his words and his buried his face in his arms, obviously overcome by his own amusement.
Remus stalked by him, dumping his towel onto Sirius' head on his way to his trunk.
"I hope you choke to death on that dust bunny," he said conversationally, pulling on his underclothes and pointing at the large piece of dust that seemed to be sneaking up by Sirius' ear and looking awfully hungry. Sirius squealed and tried to battle it off, and Remus laughed, and the unfortunate prank involving the cold-water handle on the bathtub and Moaning Myrtle was forgotten. Mostly.
Until this:
"Mate, we're playing Exploding Snap and Pete's developed a nervous twitch down the entire left side of his body. It's going to be perfect when it explodes in his face. Come join, will you?" James poked his head around the door of their dormitory and waited for Remus' reply. The other boy was gathering his toiletries in a neat bundle, placing his current read on the top.
"Can't, I'm taking a bath," he said.
James watched him curiously. "In the Slytherin's dungeons?"
Remus gave him A Look. The one that said "Don't be daft, James, Lily is never going to agree to date you, especially if you wear that orange felt lounge suit and serenade her with 'Waterloo'." It was a descriptive look, in any case, and it shut James up. In the distance something exploded, following by a faint cry. James' expression suddenly fell. "Damn, I've missed it now, so where are you off to?"
"Prefects' bath, I'm tired of Sirius' stupid pranks." James nodded, distracted, and when Remus waved him away he flew downstairs to inspect the state of Peter's eyebrows.
-
When Remus passed them on his way out the portrait hole, Sirius abandoned shuffling his deck of cards and pointed at his friend. "Where's he off to?"
"Prefects' bath," James replied, grabbing the deck. He didn't notice Sirius' eyes narrowing.
"Huh," was all he said.
-
Sirius loved pranks. He especially loved pranks on Remus. He really, especially liked pranks on Remus while he was in the bath. It was a thing. But for twelve months he had been incapable of playing a single prank on Remus. Twelve months before, he had done a very stupid thing, played a very stupid prank, and after grovelling and begging and sweets under his pillow every day, Sirius had Remus' friendship back. And in the back of his head was a promise to himself to never pull a prank on the other boy ever again.
Well, it had lasted a year and that was something, in any case.
-
Ever since Remus laughed with him as Professor Dumbledore's beard had turned the colours of the rainbow during his Christmas Feast speech, Sirius had known it was time to turn away from their rather black past of pranking and on to a brighter, more colourful pranking future.
Or that's what he told himself as he listened to Remus yelp loudly during his bath the night before.
Remus was getting smarter though (or at least he thought he was) because tonight he was safe behind a password-protected door, bathing in hideously pink, frothy water that smelled like lilac and girls. What he had forgotten was that Sirius was a sneaky bastard who listened in on Remus' conversations with other Prefects and heard the password. So when he whispered "Twiddleywinks" and the door slid open silently, he was ready to creep in and surprise Remus – loudly and shamelessly.
What he didn't expect was that Remus wouldn't be expecting him. That he would be enjoying his bath, enjoying it with his fist under the water, his head tilted back and his mouth open. Sirius stood in the doorway like a fool for a fraction of a second before he regained his rational mind and ducked back into the hallway, the door swinging to just ajar behind him. His face felt hot and he pressed his hands to his face, confused as to why he felt embarrassed at all. They all did that, it was normal, they were seventeen for Merlin's sake, Sirius himself would probably pull it three times a day if he had the time. But somehow Remus' face as he'd stretched back, his face flushed and pink and so very different from the way his lips thinned and his mouth yelled after a shock of ice water, was just nothing Sirius would ever have expected. Obviously, he decided as he walked away, he was desperately horny himself and needed a good wank.
-
The next time Remus made his way to the safety of the prefects' bathroom Sirius was absolutely committed to his plan. While James was tucked beside Lily in front of the fireplace, Sirius lifted the invisibility cloak (no longer approved by the Head Boy for pranking purposes) and escaped through the portrait hole without a soul the wiser.
He was unaccountably nervous when he stood before the door to the prefects' bathroom, and he had to pause to catch his breath, his heartbeat so loud he was sure it could be heard through the wall. He ran the plan through his head (still brilliant, by the way), and then whispered the password to the door. When it opened, Sirius ducked out of sight in case Remus noticed. When no sound came from within, he peeked around the door.
Remus must have been waiting for the bath to fill because he wasn't in the water yet. He stood by the edge of one of the marble tubs, folding his shirt. Sirius watched, wondering if he should come back later when Remus was already bathing. But he didn't move from his spot as Remus began to unbutton his trousers, dropping them to his ankles and stepping out. Sirius averted his eyes for a moment as Remus pulled off his shorts as well. His eyes were drawn back a second later, however, as Remus stuck his foot into the water to test it. It was such a Remus thing to do, where Sirius and James would jump in without a care, here was Remus testing the waters like the Giant Squid could be lurking underneath. Sirius grinned and continued to watch Remus slide into the tub, water all the way up to his neck and then over his head as he submerged. Five seconds later he came up again, tufts of foam clinging to his hair and water running all down his face. Shaking his head sent his hair in all directions, and Sirius grinned again. Remus was, despite being a boy, really very sweet when he was bathing all alone. Like a little boy or something, thought Sirius. Away melted the worry lines along his forehead and the tired look around his eyes.
Sirius watched for a while longer before turning away, walking down the corridor and out of sight. There would be other opportunities for pranks. He would let Remus relax tonight.
-
Saturday night drew Sirius back to the bathroom. He knew Remus was in there, he had his wand and his charm ready, and he could do the prank right then. But even as he threw the invisibility cloak around his shoulders and even as he approached the large oak door next to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, he didn't understand why he was there. He wasn't really going to go through with the prank. He knew it, yet he'd still come.
The door opened, and Sirius could hear from the splashing that Remus was already in the bath, relaxed and having no idea his best mate was watching him like some sort of stalker right by the door.
And then he heard the moan. It was low and quiet, like Remus had tried to keep it inside but it had escaped nonetheless. A sigh followed the moan, and even as every fibre of Sirius' body screamed at him to get out of there, he still looked into the bathroom.
Remus was lying against the wall of the bathtub, his head tilted back and his eyes half closed. The water around his was clear, so Sirius could watch the hand that was wrapped around a hard erection under the surface. The hand pulled and massaged, twisted and, wow, some part of Sirius was really enjoying this if the pressure in his trousers was any indication. He didn't even realize it for a moment as his own hand dipped under his waistband, and by the time he did his hand was around his cock, and hell if Remus' breathing turned to pants that echoed in the marble room, making Sirius have to clench his fist and speed up his strokes. Remus let out a choked sound, then a groan, and then he came into the water and over his chest. Sirius stared and gripped the door fiercely with his free hand as his other stroked wildly, and soon he was coming too, and sliding down the doorframe to the floor, finished.
-
After that Sirius started acting rather strange. Remus was as infuriatingly calm and composed as ever, like he didn't wank uncontrollably within view of Sirius all the bloody time, and yes, all right, he hadn't actually known Sirius was watching at the time, but still—
"Sirius? Earth to Sirius, come in Sirius, ground control to Major Tom?" Sirius started out of his thoughts as he realized he'd been staring at Remus for the past few minutes and James had been trying to get his attention.
"What?" he snapped, and James backed off.
"Merlin's beard Black, remove your eyeballs from the back of Moony's neck and pay attention, will you? You know we have to start this potion tonight if we want it to be done by the end of term feast, right?" James said, clearly exasperated. Sirius did realize this, yes, but mention of Moony's neck when he'd been spending the last five minutes thinking about what the skin there might taste like was not conducive to his mood. Instead he stood up loudly, snatched his books from the library table, and stalked out of the room.
"What's his problem, then?" James asked the rest of the room, bemused. Remus shrugged.
"Time of the month?" he suggested, and James grinned.
-
Sirius decided leaving it would be best for all involved. Namely him, since in this case Remus couldn't actually know he was involved. Also, Sirius was obviously mad and should under no circumstance introduce Remus to the madness. So he applied studious avoidance techniques and always managed to get to class without taking the hall that led past the prefects' bathroom.
It worked for about two hours, which actually was about one hour and twenty minutes longer than Sirius thought Remus would take to notice.
"Sirius?" Remus' voice sounded amused. "Why are you hiding between the stacks of romance novels?"
"S'appropriate, innit?" Sirius mumbled into his defence textbook. Remus came to sit beside him.
"Is this about a girl?" Remus asked, wisely and sagely and bloody ancient-sounding as was usual.
"No, it's not about a bloody girl," came the answer, still from between page 64 and 67 (page 65 and 66 were the unfortunate victims of the great Hot Chocolate Battle of Christmas '75. Page 67 had never truly recovered).
Remus poked him in the ribs with one bony elbow. "Then what?"
Sirius could not look Remus in the eye. He focused on the blurry text of his book and could have cried. Eventually Remus left him, after prodding and poking and finally giving up and leaving him to mope.
-
He started having dreams, too, where Remus got out of the water and came to him as he stood by the door. He would take Remus' hand and join him in the bath, and they would do things Sirius had never thought of doing with another boy. Sirius always woke up hot, hard, and deeply confused.
-
There was really no explanation for the next time. He felt guilty and dirty, and every step closer shamed him more than the last. But it didn't stop him from opening the door and watching, touching himself and taking the shame and pushing it deep into himself. When he finished, his quiet moan formed Remus' name.
-
This would be the last time, Sirius decided, as he wandered down the corridor under the cloak. He stopped at the corner, however, when he heard voices. When he recognized one as Remus' and the other Snape's he rounded the corner without waiting. There were three other Slytherins with Snape. Remus' bath things were on the ground, and Remus himself was against the wall.
"Piss off, Jones. Come on, Snape, call off your dogs already," Remus growled. Snape laughed and under the cloak Sirius' fists clenched. Then Jones shook Remus so hard the other boy's head bounced against the wall, and the cloak was thrown to the side as Sirius started throwing punches. One good one on Snape's nose and the slimey git crumpled, blood pouring into his mouth and down his robes. His lackeys dispersed and Snape followed them, screaming bloody murder at Sirius and Remus all the way. Sirius stood panting, waiting for his racing heart to stop its near-heart attack pounding and for some of the anger to seep out of his bones. Then he turned to Remus, who was rubbing his head and looking pissed, but not too shaken. Sirius suddenly had an overwhelming to urge to touch Remus. So he did.
Mouth full of Sirius' robes, Remus was so surprised by the hug that it took him a minute to respond. He put his arms around Sirius' waist, and his nose in the crook of Sirius' neck.
"Are you okay?" Sirius sounded worn out and worried. Remus smiled a little, despite the throbbing of his head.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Padfoot. You didn't have to bash in Snape's face, you know."
"Yeah I did. Bastard. I'll kill him if he touches you again."
"Sirius..." Remus sounded a little shocked at the vehemence in his friend's voice. He pulled away slightly, embarrassed. Sirius sighed and tried to move away. But the hand still attached to his robes kept him close. He looked down and eyes Remus' fingers, wrapped in the fabric. When he looked up, Remus' eyes were cast to his toes, and something leaped in Sirius' chest. "Sirius, uh, I..."
"Yeah?" Sirius croaked.
"I know you were watching me."
Out of everything Sirius had expected Remus to say, it hadn't been that. He stared, and Remus suddenly looked up at him, a large smile on his face. He poked Sirius in the stomach, and Sirius laughed loudly.
"You couldn't have said anything?"
"I don't know. It was kind of fun to watch you squirm."
Sirius rolled his eyes and kissed Remus, pulling away only to utter the password and lock them safely in the prefects' bathroom.
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