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Entry tags: | 2008, character: remus lupin, character: sirius black, fic, pairing: remus/sirius |
Fic: Desperate Times Call for Sirius Measures (Remus/Sirius, NC-17) for killerangels13
Author: asnowyowl
Recipient: killerangels13
Title: Desperate Times Call for Sirius Measures
Rating: Mature/NC17
Pairing(s): 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: Sirius will go to any lengths to prevent another Marauder from getting married.
Warnings: erm… overuse of the word, fuckin’
Word Count: 7439
Author's Notes: Beta’d by B. Marauder Era fic. Killerangels13, I know one of your squicks is character bashing, so I hope you don’t too much mind Sirius’s rants about Lily. I tried to incorporate several of your kinks, I hope you enjoy it!
Desperate Times Call for Sirius Measures
It had started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as a conversation between two friends, who had gotten thoroughly pissed on a Sunday night, could be. Sirius Black knew why the fuck he was drinking. The normal. He'd spent the afternoon in the vaunted Potter household watching James and Lily play at grown-up. They actually believed they were—grown up. Sirius knew better. He knew he was bloody immature. He was a fuckin' realist.
Why Moony was getting drunk, now that, Sirius didn't know. Couldn't be arsed to care, really. It was enough to have somebody to share a bottle with. Enough until Remus sighed his bloody Remus sigh and plunked the bottle down on Sirius's coffee table.
Before Remus could start with his pity moan, Sirius grabbed the bottle, took a swig, and said, "I shoulda been the bloody werewolf of the Marauders, not you. With that werewolf stamina, I'd be shaggin' everything in sight."
"That's the problem," Remus said.
"What? That I'm not shaggin' right now? Course that's the problem." Sirius belched and then pushed off the couch, wobbling a bit when he stood. "Should go find someone to shag… tha's what I should do."
Remus stood. Maybe he wasn't as pissed as Sirius thought, because he stood steady. Not swaying, not lurching, just steady. Steady Remus. Like always. "I didn't mean you, you berk. I meant me. I need to find a mate. Werewolves are supposed to find a life-mate, you know."
Sirius turned to face Remus, but the room kept spinning even after he'd stopped. "What? No. You can't be like James. Fuckin' James. Married and with a kid. What a load of shit."
Remus smiled his half-arsed, sad smile and left. Left Sirius to think about losing another friend to some stupid bint or poncy twat.
When he woke in the morning, Sirius knew one thing for certain… well, two really. One: he had the Hangover from Hell, and two: he was going to court Remus John Lupin. He was going to fuckin' court the man and he was bloody well going to bond with him. Remus might not know it yet, but he was spoken for.
As some bloke had once said, Desperate times call for drastic measures. And Sirius was feeling bloody desperate.
Three years ago—hell, even the year before last, Sirius wouldn't have needed a plan like this. When he left Hogwarts, he knew life would change. Life had a way of changing just when Sirius got comfortable. He knew he'd have to move out of the Potter's house and rent a flat. That at least had turned out brilliant, what with the money Uncle Alphard had left him.
He figured James and Lily would marry. Eventually. But there was no way he could've known how soon after school they'd bond or how that marriage would screw his friendship with James.
Lily had always been a tolerable bird. She was smart and had some fire, but she didn't try to come between James and Sirius. No. She said she knew how important their friendship was. She said she could never replace Sirius in James's life, no matter what. Yeah, right. And to think, Sirius had believed her. He fuckin' knew better than to believe a woman.
As soon as she got a bloody ring on her finger, Lily turned into a right shrew. James claimed it was hormones—all pregnant women changed. But Harry'd come several months ago and still Lily was a bitch. She acted like Sirius was a bloody thorn in her side. In James's side.
Sirius lifted himself out of bed, grabbed his head, and moaned, "Fuckin' muggle whiskey." In the loo, he propped himself against the wall over the toilet and waited for his bladder to empty. When the stream piddled away to nothing, he scratched his balls and pulled on his prick a couple of times just to see if it was awake. It wasn't. "Stupid fuckin' muggle whiskey."
He only looked in the mirror after he'd taken a hangover potion and splashed water on his face. Feeling better, he smiled at his image. He looked damned fine with long hair. More than bloody tolerable, that's what he was. Fuckin' gorgeous if some people were to be believed. And they were.
Wandering back to his bedroom, Sirius settled himself on the Muggle weight bench he'd bought when he rented the flat. Some things magic couldn't conjure—like a well-toned body. Before he escaped Grimmauld Place, he'd seen the way his dad's form had gone to pot: saggy arms, thick belly, tits the size of a veteran Knockturn Alley whore. Sirius was not going to let his body go to hell like that. He'd be as sexy in ten years as he was now… twenty… sexier.
Sirius chuckled. James, now James wouldn't age well. His hair was already getting thin like his father's. Plus, he worried too much, his face creasing into a craggy map. James had gone from wild-arsed Marauder to nervous old twat in the course of having a baby. So what if that puffed up git, Voldemort, was gaining strength? So what if they were all on the front lines fighting with the Order? Wouldn't it be better to die for the cause than cower like so many shit-eating wizards did these days? Not that Prongs had cowered. Yet. At least not from Voldemort.
Finishing his presses, Sirius exchanged the weights on the metal bar and stood to do a round of squats. He wiped the sweat from his palms before he heaved the bar behind his head to rest across his shoulders. He bent his knees, expelling air as he went down, and held a full squat for a moment before pushing back up. Fuck, that burned. Twenty more and his legs would be jelly.
During his next squat, his eyes wandered to the photo on the nightstand. James had given it to him only yesterday. A gangly baby stared back, blinking its eyes and yawning every so often. Harry. Bloody Harry Potter. The reason James had to get hitched so quick. What fuckin' bird forgot the contraception charms, anyway? Lily Evans… Potter, if she was to be believed. Well, her little mistake had reeled in the fish she'd wanted, hadn't it? And right before James and he were to go on an extended Order mission. Bitch. Did she think Sirius hadn't thought about the timing?
Of course, James was as much to blame for Harry as Lily was. How many times had Sirius told him to cast the bloody contraception charms himself? Sirius never left it up to the witch. He was no fuckin' fool.
Photo Harry had fallen asleep. That's all the kid was good for anyway. Well, that and eating and shitting. When the hell did babies grow up enough to be any fun?
Sirius snorted. Godfather. From what Arthur Weasley said, he should be honored to be Harry's godfather. But the memory of the day the guardian-contract was signed still made Sirius's stomach churn. He had stood in the front of the room, next to James, Lily across from them, holding Harry. Alice Longbottom was planted next to Lily, cradling her own newly popped-out ankle biter.
Lily and James were Godparents to Neil… no… Nigel? Neville, that was it. Poncy fuckin' name that. Yeah, Lily and James were Neville's godparents and Alice was Harry's godmother, but James had insisted Sirius be godfather. Lily had stared daggers at him during the ceremony. So what if he'd forgotten half the damned words he was supposed to say, at least he'd showed up on time, right? Still, Lily didn't think he was good enough to take care of her precious little shit if anything happened to them.
Well, she was fuckin' right, wasn't she?
Sirius grunted as he returned the bar to the bench and lowered himself to the floor for some ab work. After all, who wanted their son raised by a man who stuck his dick into anything remotely attractive and marginally willing? Birds, blokes… werewolves? Hell, what did it matter? He had some principles, though. Yeah. He'd never stuck it to any of the Marauders. No sense fuckin' with a good thing when you had one. But now things weren't so good, so now he'd conquer Remus. He'd fuckin' own him before he was through. At least Remus would never leave him. Not like James.
And it's not like he'd ever thought about James like that, anyway. Sure, if they hadn't been mates, Sirius would've shagged him senseless. Well, if James wasn't such a bloody prude when it came to sex. To James, shagging meant a man was on top and a woman took it from the bottom. Full stop.
Halfway through his usual two hundred sit-ups, Sirius had to stop and laugh. He had just thought of how he could be the perfect godfather to the brat. He'd make sure Harry didn't end up a prude like dear old pops. A copy of Playwitch or, what the hell, Swish and Flick, here and there by the time the boy was in Hogwarts, and he'd grow into a normal, young lad. Sirius's mind naturally went from introducing Harry to pornography to the thought of giving the boy his first practicals in the subject. How old did a kid have to be before it wasn't totally pervy to fuck him? Fifteen? Sixteen? Oh, wouldn't Lily shit at that? Sirius laughed harder.
But then he remembered he'd be bonded with Remus and a monogamous man soon. Well, shit. He'd almost forgotten the downside of keeping Remus around… no new pussy. No fresh cock.
Well, at least his prick had finally woken up.
*******
As expected, Remus arrived a few minutes early. He was always early. "Come on in, Moony." Sirius clapped Remus on the shoulder and ushered him into the flat. So what if his hand stayed on Remus's shoulder a little longer than was necessary. It wasn't like Remi even bloody noticed.
Shrugging out of his tatty cloak (and therefore out from under Sirius's hand), Remus asked, "So, what's this all about, Padfoot? We were just together last night."
Sirius pushed his hands down into his jeans pockets and shrugged. "We're friends. I thought we should hang out more often." He narrowed his eyes. "Unless, you haven't really forgiven me for that Snivellus thing."
Remus smiled. "I forgave you long ago. But, yes, it'd be nice for us to spend more time together."
"Good. Come on in the kitchen, then. Dinner's almost ready." Sirius pushed Remus in front of him. As they walked, his gaze skated from the man's closely cropped brown hair to his thin torso, finally coming to rest on his arse. Hmm, he'd never noticed how bloody well-formed Remus was: hard and lean and masculine. He'd have no problem getting interested in that body.
"Um, Paddy, is something wrong?" Remus looked over his shoulder and down. "Did I sit in something?"
Sirius laughed. "Nah, just checking out your arse. Bloody nice one, really."
Remus blushed, the color rising out of his shirt collar to stain his face.
Sirius wondered how far down his body it went. To his chest? Farther?
Sirius busied himself in serving one of Remus's favorite meals, waiting for Moony's inevitable question. It didn't come. Finally, when they were sat at the table, a plate of bangers and mash in front of each, Sirius asked, "Aren't you wondering why I was checkin' out your arse?"
Remus's skin flamed again. He took a sip of water and choked on it. "I… erm… no?"
"I'll tell you anyway. If I'm going to help you find a mate, I have to know what wares I'm peddlin,' right?"
"I didn't ask you to help." Remus poked at the sausages with his fork.
Sirius leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his stomach. "You don't have to ask. After all, what're friends for? When you told me the werewolf in you was lookin' for a mate, I knew I had to help."
Remus's eyes narrowed. "What's in it for you, then?"
Sirius shrugged. It didn't bother him that Remus accused him of ulterior motives. His friends knew he was a selfish shit. Hell, even the fuckin' milk-man knew Sirius Black was only out for Sirius Black. "I'm bored."
Remus shrugged and tucked in to his meal.
*******
Walking down a London street with Remus Lupin was like leading a new pet on a leash. Not that Sirius was above playing Master now and then, but they were on a bloody mission and Remus's tongue-lolling fascination with muggle shops was ridiculous. Maybe the man was sequestered away at Order headquarters too much. Sirius would change that.
Sirius stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, glaring at a woman who harrumphed after she almost plowed into him, and grabbed Remus's arm. "We're here to figure out what your type is. We can't find you a mate unless you actually look at what's on offer."
Remus peered around as if only just becoming aware of the people around him. He blinked his eyes several times and then whispered, "But these are all muggles. It'll be hard enough finding a mate in the wizarding world without trying to explain lycanthropy to a muggle."
"Have you been listening at all?" Sirius grabbed Remus's shirt collar and tugged until they were face-to-face. Slowly, as if talking to a dim child, he said, "There are essentially the same types of muggles as there are wizards. So we're here to see what you're attracted to." With his free hand, he lightly slapped the back of Remus's head. "Do you fuckin' get it now?"
"Witches."
"What?"
"You said we would see what type of wizard I'm looking for. I'm looking for a witch." Remus pulled back, stood straight and scowled. "Why would you think I'm looking for a wizard? Do you think I'm gay?"
What exactly Sirius thought right now wouldn't be appropriate to say in mixed company. The muggles would be horrified. He took a deep breath. "I meant the wizardin' world in general, not just bloody men. Got it?"
Remus turned and resumed walking. "Well, that's okay, then."
Sirius took a few long strides to catch up and then fell in step with Remus. "What's wrong with being gay? Bit of a closet homophobe are ya'?" This was a bit of a wrench. Remus wouldn't fall for the plan if he couldn't even admit he liked men. Hell, Sirius had seen Remus ogling more than one male arse in his time. What fuckin' game was he playing? "You do remember that I sometimes date blokes, right? Cocks and all, they have."
Remus's head swiveled wildly as he took in their surroundings. "Someone might hear you," he hissed.
"So?"
"Muggles aren't always kind to gays."
"Is that why you won't admit to liking..." Sirius dropped his voice to a dramatic whisper, "men?"
This time it was Remus who stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
Sirius grabbed him and pulled him into the space between two buildings, quickly casting a disillusionment charm over them both. He leaned forward, right in Moony's face. "Don't try to fool me. I know you fancy men. Why the hell are you trying to deny it?"
Remus's face flamed. "Look, you don't understand, Sirius. You've always gotten what you want and never cared what anyone else thought. I'm not like that. I'm already different enough, being a werewolf." He ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up at odd angles. "The only reason I'm allowed to stay at Order headquarters is so they can keep an eye on me. No one trusts a werewolf. I don't need another stigma hanging over my head."
"Being gay is not a fuckin' stigma. Come on, the wizarding world accepts gays. You bloody well know that."
"James? What about James? Even you're careful around him." Remus raised an eyebrow.
Sirius waved his hand dismissively. "He's not exactly homophobic, you know. He's just not all that comfortable with certain things. I wouldn't want to stun him with my whorish ways." He wriggled his eyebrows at Remus and leered.
Remus shook his head.
"Anyway, that's not the fuckin' point." Sirius pressed a finger into Remus's chest. "The point is you have to look for types you're attracted to whether they're male or female. Okay?"
"Yes, okay, Sirius."
*******
Ten minutes later, they hit pay dirt. Not that Remus would have said anything, but Sirius knew enough about lust to spot it even in the most uptight sod. He poked Remus in the ribs. "So, you have a thing for leather and ink, eh?"
"What? Oh, well I suppose I do," Remus mumbled, never taking his eyes off the three men who had just parked their motorcycles and were heading into a pub. When the last of them was off the street, Remus said, "But that kind wouldn't go for me."
Sirius wrenched Remus's head toward him. He indicated himself with a flourish of his free hand, pointing to his leather pants and vest. Then he held that arm out so the tattoos that decorated it were clearly within Remus's line of sight. "Men like us don't usually go for other men in leather and tats. We're usually dominant and want someone a little more even-tempered. Someone like you, Remi."
Remus looked Sirius up and down. The longer he looked, the wider his eyes became. "I guess you are one of them. How did I miss that?"
Sirius threw an arm across Remus's back and urged him to start walking. "When you've known someone since you're eleven, sometimes you stop looking and just figure you know everything." He squeezed Remus's arm and quietly said, "That's what I did."
He knew he'd won the first victory when Remus gasped.
******
Sirius set the timetable at three days. He'd give Remus three days to think about what he'd learned and come to him. Sure, there'd be a lame excuse as to why he was visiting, but he'd come. And, if he didn't, Sirius would step up his game. He bloody well wasn't going to lose this match.
The real surprise was that Sirius found himself thinking of Remus at odd times. He even started wanking with images of him pulsing through his head. Maybe what he'd told Remi was true, maybe someone like him was looking for a Remus.
It took Remus only two days to come 'round. He turned up at Sirius's flat carrying a pizza box and wearing a sheepish grin. "I realized it was bad form to not return a dinner invitation, and I know this isn't the same as inviting you to my place, but, well, since my place is Order headquarters, I brought the meal to you."
Sirius was damned well impressed that Remus could say all that in one breath. It boded well for the man's blowjob capabilities.
They sat on the sitting-room floor eating pizza in silence. Remus seemed embarrassed, but Sirius wasn't going give him an out. If the man wanted to talk about the hunt for a mate, he'd bloody well have to bring it up himself. And, if Sirius was right, Remi hadn't thought of anything but the fuckin' hunt in the last couple of days. Sirius was also damned sure he was figuring prominently in Remus's thoughts, and his fantasies. He hid a smirk behind a slice of pizza.
"It's getting harder, you know."
Sirius took a bite of pizza, chewed, swallowed, and ran his sleeve across his mouth. He looked pointedly at Remus's crotch and asked, "What's getting harder?"
"Not that!" Remus stammered. "I… I meant not having a mate. It's getting harder to not have a mate when it's near the full moon."
Sirius had been keeping track of the moon cycle. He'd never done that before. Even when they were at Hogwarts, it was always James who told him when Moony'd be transforming. "Full in four nights, yeah?"
Remus nodded. He cleared his throat, took a sip of beer, and then cleared his throat again. "I get so… well, I get so bloody randy this time of the month. All I can think about is shagging." His face reddened.
Sirius was beginning to really like that blush.
"You know I've never had a one-off, but lately I've been thinking it might be just the thing to get me through this full moon." Remus's face was redder than ever. At first he couldn't seem to meet Sirius's eye, but then he finally did, glancing away again almost as soon as contact was made.
"Don't look at me." Sirius finished his beer and reached for another. Not bothering to put a cooling charm on the piss-warm liquid. "I'm done with one-offs. I'm lookin' for a relationship."
Remus choked on a bit of pizza.
"But I do know this club. Wizarding club. Gay, straight, anyone who's lookin' for a quick shag goes there. You can dance and then fuck. We'll worry about finding you a permanent mate before the next full moon."
When he spoke again (the pause lasting far longer than Sirius thought polite), Remus's voice was tight. "I don't want a stranger, Siri. I thought, since you've had so many partners, you wouldn't mind…"
Sirius stood and held out a hand to pull Remus from the floor. He wrapped one arm around Remus's waist and cupped his face with the other, much like he did to calm some high-strung bint that suddenly didn't want to shag unless 'feelings' were involved. "Moony, you and me, we're friends. More than friends." He made sure Remus was looking right into his eyes when he said, "You mean too much to me to just fuck." Sirius stroked his thumb over Remus's lips. He lowered his voice to a purring whisper. "If we were to ever shag, no way it could be a one-off." He dropped his eyes, and then his hands, taking a step back. "I think you might be the only person in the world who could bloody well break my heart." Merlin, he hoped that last one wasn't over the top. If Remi started laughing, he'd know he'd gone too fuckin' far.
Instead, Remus fled. Without another word, he ran from the flat.
Sirius flopped down onto the sofa and grinned. Mission accomplished.
*******
Sirius showed up at Order headquarters at nine the next night. Of all the bloody people in the Order, James answered the door. Sirius pasted on a smile. "What the hell are you doin' here?" He clapped James on the shoulder.
James grinned and pulled Sirius into a bear hug. "Lily and Alice are having a girls' night out, so Frank and I brought the boys here to see Uncle Remus."
Of course, they hadn't fuckin' invited him. Sirius's eyes darted to all the doorways he could see from his vantage point. The abandoned warehouse the Order had taken possession of had been redone into a virtual labyrinth of small rooms and twisting corridors. "So, where is everybody?"
"Come on, I'll show you. Peter's here too." James beckoned Sirius to follow and then turned, taking a corridor to the right. "The Marauders ride again!"
They invited the little bastard, Peter, but not him? Behind James, Sirius pulled his wand and pretended to hex James's bollocks off.
When they entered the largest of the headquarter's three sitting rooms, Remus's gaze flicked up. When he saw Sirius he blushed.
Damn, Sirius wished he could blush on cue. It would've added a nice touch. Instead he strode forward and plucked Harry out of Remus's arms. He held the sticky little bundle as close to his body as he could stomach. "Tell Uncle Remus not to steal your heart away from your godfather, Harry."
"I don't think I'm about to steal anyone's heart," Remus said. He chuckled.
Hmm, was Remus fishing for compliments? Interesting, that was. But Sirius wouldn't bite at that bait. Instead, he turned and gratefully plopped Harry into James's arms, nodding at Peter and then turning to Frank. "And how's little Nelson these days?"
Behind him, Remus coughed and whispered, "It's Neville."
Sirius smiled. "Right. Sorry. I always bollocks these things up. How's Neville, then?"
Frank smiled and held an oddly rounded bundle up toward Sirius. "He's wonderful. See how much he's grown? Would you like to hold him?"
Not goddamned likely. He'd held one of the squirming nightmares already tonight. His duty was fuckin' done. Sirius waved a hand at Frank and put on his best deeply apologetic face. "It'll have to be some other time, I'm afraid." He cast a Tempus charm and tsked. "In fact, Remus," he swung around to face the man, "if we don't hurry, we won't get into the club. It's usually full by ten."
Remus's eyes skipped from Sirius to James. The grin he'd been wearing disappeared. "I didn't realize we'd made plans," he said when his gaze returned to Sirius.
"You two are going to a club?" James smiled. "Gonna pick up a bird or two, yeah?"
Sirius quirked an eyebrow at Remus. It was bloody well time to shake things up. "I'm not lookin.' We're only going for Moony's sake. See, his werewolf's lookin' for a mate." He glared at Frank, wondering what the man thought about Remus's condition. Longbottom didn't flinch or frown or avoid eye contact. Good enough, then. Sirius leaned in close to Remus and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Yep, our little pup here is ready to become," he leaned down so his lips almost brushed Remus's ear, "a Big—Bad—Wolf."
Sirius straightened and winked down at Remus, glad to see the other man squirm in his seat. He then strode to the makeshift bar, pouring himself a scotch. "You didn't tell them, Remi?"
Peter stood from the chair he'd been burrowing in and planted himself next to James, arms folded over his chest, eyes narrowed. "And what does that have to do with you, Sirius?"
"I told him I'd help, is all. You know, scout out the prospects. Lend him my expertise."
James's face split into a grin. "Brilliant! Another Marauder'll get hitched. So, Remi, what's a werewolf look for in a mate? Maybe I know someone who'll… hey, Lily has this cousin…"
Before Remus could answer, Sirius said, "Wonderful as I'm sure any relative of Lily's must be, Remus and I think that the wizard thing and the werewolf thing combined would be too much for any poor muggle."
"You're probably right," James said. He took a few steps toward Remus, Peter following in his wake. "So when you find someone, will it be a regular bonding, or is there more to it?"
Sirius poured another drink and walked it over to Remus.
Remus accepted it with a grateful look. He downed most of the liquid and then said, "With werewolves, it's not really an official bonding. The intent is spoken and then there's the sex. That's it, really. Simple, but binding nonetheless." His eyes skittered toward Sirius for just a second before returning to James.
"Binding? How?" Peter had to peer out from behind James to ask the question.
"Sex magic." Remus licked his lips and stared at the wall opposite him. "Once my mate and I speak the intent and have sex, we'll be bound until one of us dies." He smiled that half-arsed, sad smile again. "Of course, since werewolves don't usually live very long, whoever I pick will probably still be young when I die. So they'll be able to find someone else and won't be soul-bonded to a dead werewolf."
Sirius's heart stuttered. He'd forgotten the part about werewolf transformations causing the body to age quickly. Bloody hell. He was almost staggered by the sudden need to make Remus forget that damned horrible stuff. He only just stopped himself from swearing a life long pledge to the man. He barely fuckin' stopped himself from stepping forward and buggering Remus right then and there. Gods, this was supposed to be about making sure Remus didn't leave him, not actually losing himself to the man. Fucking hell!
*******
It had taken almost an hour, but Sirius had persuaded Remus to go to the club. Just as they were ready to step out the door, James grabbed Sirius's arm. "I've got something to talk to you about. Something important."
Sirius nodded. "Tomorrow, yeah?" He caught Remus's eye and winked. "Tonight I'm all about Remus."
Peter, who was still following close on James's heels, sniggered.
James ignored him. "Okay, but I think I might need a Secret-Keeper, you know for a Fidelius."
What the fuck was that about? Sirius stopped with his hand on the door handle, so close to making his escape. He turned toward James. "What? You're going into hiding? What about the fuckin' war? What about fighting alongside the rest of us?"
James looked away. He shrugged. "There might be a problem with Harry. Dumbledore thinks it'd be for the best."
Remus shifted away from Sirius, closer to James. "Maybe we should stay and talk about this, Padfoot."
"How long before you have to hide, James?" Sirius put a hand on Remus's shoulder and pulled lightly, tugging him back.
James shoved his hands into his pockets. "Not right away. We have time. You two go out. We'll talk in a day or two, yeah?"
Sirius didn't give Remus the chance to even think about backing out. He steered the man by the shoulder, driving him to the door. "I'll see you soon, then."
"Give Lily my love," Remus said, turning just enough to wave at James and Peter.
"Yeah. Give her our love." Sirius threw the door open and shoved Remus out in front of him.
As he stepped over the threshold, Sirius heard Peter say, "You know, James, I could be your Secret-Keeper."
Sirius slammed the door shut. Sure, let that whiny git be Secret-Keeper. Maybe Lily would be happier with that.
When the cold night air hit them, Sirius and Remus both reflexively pulled their coats tighter to their bodies. Sirius cast a warming charm to surround them. He took a deep breath to force the tension out of his voice, and then spoke before Remus could bring the whole damned James issue up. "Do you mind walking? We can figure out our club strategy before we get there."
"Strategy?"
"O'course. We can't go in there all unprepared and expect to find you prime shag material, now can we?" Sirius actually had no intention of letting Remus step foot in a club. No fuckin' way he was letting his intended be the fresh catch hanging in the butcher shop's window.
"Right." Remus grasped Sirius's bicep for a moment, squeezing and then letting go. "Thanks for not telling everyone that tonight's about a one-off. I wouldn't like them to know that."
Sirius chuckled. He slowed his pace when he realized they'd reach the club too quickly. "Don't want them thinkin' you're a dog like me, eh?"
"You're not a dog, Pads," Remus whispered. "Well… I guess when you're Padfoot, you are, but you know what I mean."
Fuckin' hell, that was the opening Sirius had been steering for. "You don't have to say that. I know I've been a right slut for years, but I've had enough of that shite." He sighed and stopped walking. Turning his back to Remus and looking up at the almost full moon, he said, "Maybe James and you have it right." He shook his head. "Fuck. I can't believe I just said that."
"You mean about marriage? Commitment?" Remus put a hand on Sirius's waist, hesitated for a moment, took a ragged breath, and then wrapped his arms around Sirius from behind. He rested his head on Sirius's shoulder. "Do you really think you're ready for that?"
Since Remus couldn't properly see his face, Sirius allowed himself a victorious smile before he nodded. "A week ago? No. But when you said you were looking for a mate and then I thought about you with—well, with anyone but me, I thought I'd be sick." He turned so they were face-to-face. He searched Remus's eyes. "Have you ever thought…?" He stepped back and looked away, running a hand through his hair. "No. Of course not."
"Thought what?" Remus stepped forward so they were almost touching again. "Tell me, Siri."
"I'm a fuckin' fool."
Remus clasped his shoulders, nearly shaking him. "Then we're both fools. Now, tell me!"
Sirius swallowed hard. He looked down at the pavement for a moment; afraid to meet Remus's eyes, afraid Remus would see the look of triumph in them. When he had his face composed, he looked back up. "I want… no, I need to be your mate. Will you have me, Remi?"
The words seemed to unleash the animal in Remus. This close to the full moon, it was barely under the surface, anyway. He grabbed Sirius, clutching at his leather jacket, and Apparated them away.
They ended up in a tangle on the floor of Sirius's sitting room. Remus was rutting against him before Sirius even realized where the fuck they'd landed. Without stopping the thrusting of his hips, Remus whispered. "You know what this involves, don't you, Sirius?"
Sirius bucked up against Remus. The other man's hard cock feeling bloody glorious against his own, even through layers of clothing. "Fuck, yes. Just get on with it, Moony"
"I claim you as my life mate," Remus growled. His lips were pulled back from his teeth in a feral, possessive snarl. "State your intention, Sirius. Fucking state it, or I swear I'll tear your throat out."
Sirius chuckled. Remi might be all swagger and dominance so close to the full moon, but he was still Remus. The werewolf wasn't in possession yet. Not fuckin' yet. He hooked a leg around Remus's knees and pushed on one shoulder as he flipped them both over so he landed on top of the other man. He snagged Remus's hands and trapped them against the floor over his head. "Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna to be your mate." Sirius brought his face down until his nose was almost touching Remus's. "I'll be yours, Remi, but that means you'll also be mine." He mashed his lips against Remi's for only the briefest moment before pulling back. "You are fuckin' mine."
Okay, so maybe Remus wasn't a bloody wolf yet, but Sirius had forgotten he came into possession of some extraordinary strength this close to the full moon. He was reminded, somewhat violently, when Remus flipped them back over, none too bloody gently. Sirius found himself pinned to the floor with Remi leering down at him.
Remus nipped at his chin. Well, it was more bite than nip, and almost enough break his goddamn skin. "Easy there, Moony,"
But Remus's nose was buried in Sirius's neck, snuffling, acting like he couldn't get enough of Sirius's scent. After one particularly loud sniff, Remus growled and started rutting again. "Knew you'd be right for me. Always knew, Sirius. I could smell it. Always smelled you and always knew you'd be a perfect mate. Now I get to smell you up close." His hips ground down, cock thrusting against Sirius's. "Now I get to fuck you."
Gods, the motion and the words seared through Sirius. He'd never figured he'd be the one being claimed. Fuck no. He'd thought some day he'd find some sexy bird or mild-mannered bloke and take them. He'd fuckin' run them into the ground, but they'd be his. But this—this being overpowered into submission—this was bloody well sexy, too. Who could have guessed he'd want this? But here he was, almost out of his fuckin' mind with need, crazy with wanting to feel Remus inside him. He snaked one hand from under Remus's body to snag his wand from its holster. A wave and a few mumbled words and they were both naked.
"Yes. That's right, Sirius. Perfect." Remus's cock was now free to slide skin to skin against Sirius's.
Sirius wrestled his legs out from under Remus and spread them so the other man wedged in between. "Fuck me, Moony. Merlin, I need this."
Remus's hips stilled. He leaned down and took one of Sirius's nipples into his mouth, sucking hard enough to welt the skin. When he pulled off the nipple, Remus's eyes were darker, hungrier, than Sirius had ever seen them. Worse even than when he was a wolf. Fuckin' scary. "Prepare yourself for me," Remus rasped.
Sirius pointed his wand toward his hole, the lubrication and stretching charms already on his lips, when Remus stopped him. "No magic. I want to watch. You do it with your fingers, or not at all."
Gods, Remus's eyes were so fuckin' mesmerizing. Sirius would do whatever he could to make the other man happy. He was in a fog of want and need, all centered and swirling around Remus. His wand clattered to the floor. "Then not at all. Fuck me dry if you have to, but I need you inside me."
Remus pressed forward, but then stopped, shaking his head. His eyes cleared, became more human again. "No. I won't claim my mate with pain and blood. Where do you keep the lube?"
"Bedside table." Sirius could barely choke out the words. With Remus's return to sanity, his own mind snapped back to its rightful place. Even though he was almost embarrassed that he'd begged Remus to fuck him dry, he missed the feeling of being under Remus's power. Bloody hell. What was wrong with him?
He watched Remus as he trotted out of the room, lovely arse almost making him drool. The view when Remi returned was even better though. Remus's thick cock bobbed as he walked, pre-come glistened from the tip. Sirius licked his lips, and then, when Remus was close enough, shot up to sitting, grabbed the other man's hips, and sucked that lovely prick into his mouth. He hummed around his mouthful.
"Sirius, oh Merlin!" Remus bucked his hips, forcing even more of his cock into Sirius's mouth. "If you don't stop, I'm going to lose control again. This time I might… ngghh… I might really fuck you dry." He groaned and pulled away, dropping to his knees in front of his would-be mate.
"Gods, Moony, I didn't know it could be like this."
Remus reached out and stroked through the tangle of Sirius's overgrown hair. "Like what?"
"I'm gonna fuckin' burn up if you don't take me." Sirius shook his head. "I've never wanted anyone so much."
Remus wound his fingers in Sirius's hair, tugging it and pulling him closer. "It's the werewolf bond, Siri. We've stated our intentions, now the bond's pushing for closure." He ghosted his lips over Sirius's. "The wolf is so close to the surface. I need to get you prepared before I lose control again."
Sirius swallowed hard and nodded. He was still so goddamned caught up in horrible need. A part of him—a bloody ridiculous masochistic part—still wanted Remi to take him dry and hard. He fought the urge to bait the wolf back out to play, and instead, rolled onto his back and caught his hands under his knees, opening and offering himself to Remus.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Remus chanted. His breath came in short bursts for a few moments before he finally sucked in a large lungful of air.
Sirius watched through his parted legs as Remi oiled two shaking fingers and then looked back at him.
"I still can't believe you're offering this," Remi said. He reached down and circled one slick finger around Sirius's entrance. His voice dropped to a whisper, "I've wanted you for so long."
Sirius tried to push against the finger, but his position left him nearly helpless. "Then take me, Remi, I can't wait much bloody longer."
Remus chuckled, an almost desperate sound. His finger stabbed in to Sirius. Stabbed in and filled him, but not nearly enough. He wondered wildly if any fuckin' thing would ever be enough again. He allowed Remus to be gentle—too sodding gentle—with the first finger, but as soon as the second was pushed in next to the first, Sirius was ready to take things harder, quicker. It was time to bait the wolf.
"Before the next full moon, Remus, I'm gonna buy a nice, thick butt plug. I'm gonna fuckin' wear it for the three days before the moon."
Remus's eyes widened. His fingers skittered in Sirius's arse.
"Yeah. One of them self lubricating jobs. That's what I'm gonna get. And you know why, Moony?"
"Wh…" Remus's adam's apple bobbed. His eyes were darkening dangerously again. "Why?"
"Because then you'll be able to fuck me whenever you want. You'll just pull that damned plug out and thrust in. I'll be your fuckin' toy, Remus. Would you like that?"
Remus didn't answer.
Sirius knew why. He could see it in his eyes. The wolf was as close as it could get without a full transformation.
Remus growled deep in his throat. He pulled his fingers from Sirius's arse, ran them over the length of his prick and then plunged into Sirius's body.
Oh, fuck, it was almost dry. A moment ago, he'd wondered if he'd ever be filled enough, now it was too bloody much. Sirius clenched around the invasion. He clawed at Remus's back, but Remi was too lost to respond with anything more than a sharp nip to the shoulder and punishing thrusts of his hips. Sirius forced himself to relax, forced himself to fuckin' take the pounding. This was what he wanted, after all, wasn't it? But, hell, he couldn't take this, not and walk afterward. He groped around on the floor beside him until he found his wand. Pointing it toward his arse, he gasped the lubrication spell and then sighed when cool gel bathed his battered hole.
Remus didn't even seem to notice. His rhythm didn't falter as he continued to pound into Sirius, head thrown back, eyes screwed closed, brown hair pasted to his forehead.
But now that there was lubrication slicking his arse, Sirius could enjoy the sensations. He could enjoy the good, hard rogering and know Remus would be his for life. He wrapped his legs around Remus's waist and pumped his hips to meet his lover's thrusts. "Fuck, yeah, Remus. I'll be yours—no one's but yours."
Remus only snarled in answer as his thrusts lost their timing and guttural, needy sounds escaped his lips. Sweat poured off his body to drip onto Sirius. Remus whined deep in his throat and came, emptying himself into Sirius, cementing their new relationship with his seed.
Sirius could still feel Remus's cock spasming when the man pulled out and lunged downward in a single fluid, animalistic, movement. Before Sirius could figure out what the hell was happening, Remus had his cock in his mouth and was sucking and swallowing and moaning. And Sirius was cresting and crashing and coming down his lover's throat.
They didn't bother with cleaning charms, or pillows and blankets, for that matter. Remus crawled off him and settled at his side, flinging an arm over Sirius's chest. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.
He was asleep before Sirius answered.
*******
Sirius moaned. Waking up sticky with come and sweat was bloody unpleasant. Waking up with sore muscles from sleeping on the floor, and an aching arse from being roughly fucked was rare. Waking up with a new mate cuddled against his side was fuckin' amazing.
He rolled toward Remus and wrapped his arms and legs around the warm, sexy man. Closing his eyes, Sirius had begun drifting back to sleep, when a thought had him chuckling quietly. Damn! He was starting to understand how Lily felt. He had fuckin' fallen in love and didn't ever want to let Remus out of his sight.
He snuggled his head under Remus's chin and breathed in his lover's scent. Maybe he'd been too hard on James and Lily, especially Lily. He'd make it up to her somehow. He pressed a kiss to Remus's collarbone. Yeah, he'd convince James to appoint someone else Secret-Keeper. That'd make Lily feel safer, maybe even mend some fences. Longbottom, or Peter… Peter, that'd be right. He was a Marauder after all. He'd talk to James about it later, but for now, all he wanted to do was press close to Remi and fall back to sleep.
End
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