LMoM: Scentillation (Revisited) #14 [Remus/Sirius, R] Title:Scentillation (Revisited) #14: Delirium Author:pre_raphaelite1 Pairing: Remus/Sirius Rating: R Kink(s): none really? Boys being boys? Challenge: LMoM 2008 Word Count: 575 Notes: All subtitles and summaries are names and descriptions of perfume oils from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab and therefore belong to the BPAL powers that be. I'm merely fangirling them with Remus/Sirius pron. And HP belongs to JKR, of course. Click on the pervy_werewolf tag of my username for previous entries. Today's Scent Description/Summary: Non compos mentis, indeed! A contrary, conflicted scent, bubbling with merry madness. Contains apple, rose, and lemon.
Scentillation(Revisited) #14: Delirium
“Look at this beautiful day! How could it be more amazing!” Sirius crowed as he stood in the window of their dormitory.
“Would be more amazing if you would shut the fuck up, you twat!” James emphasized this by throwing something that looked oddly like a bra at Sirius.
“How can you say that, Prongs? The sun is shining, there are no clouds, and Moony has a brilliantly large cock.” Sirius flashed a toothy grin at the boy in question who could only blink owlishly back, the lines of his cheeks starting to turn a distinct shade of pink.
The room was eerily silent- reminding Remus of the last prank in McGonagall's classroom that resulted in their month long detention once she'd found her voice again. Remus brought up his pillow defensively as his ears rang with the memory, and he thought he could nearly smell the scent of wet sheep once more. Luckily the room was free of sheep, wet or otherwise.
“Why- why did you say that?” Peter squeaked, darting glances between Remus and Sirius.
Sirius shrugged, still grinning like a delusional clown in a sweet factory- complete with creepy eyes, maniacally overexhuberant grin. “Why shouldn't I?”
Okay, Remus sighed to himself, so make that a delusional idiot in a sweet factory.
“Because it's fantastically true! Merlin, you should see it. Come on, Moony! Take out Little Remus and show him to the lads!”
Now it was Remus' turn to stare in horrified disbelief at Sirius. “You must be joking.”
“Do I look like I am?” Sirius questioned as if the answer were actually obvious instead of disturbingly ambiguous.
“I sure as hell hope you are,” Remus retorted..
“Me too,” James agreed, his bedsheets raised up as if prepared to hide under them from the great Monster in Remus' Trousers- which presumably he was and presumably Remus had. Remus didn't blame him.
Peter, however, neither blamed nor agreed. He was suspiciously quiet on the refusal to be confronted with the sight-- the right-there, in-person sight-- of one of his mate's cocks. Remus slowly turned to look at Peter, so did James and Sirius.
“Peter,” Remus insisted, firm tone and serious expression demanding him to speak up in a plea for the utterly innocent heterosexuality of his eyes.
“See! That's a good lad, Pete! You're on my side, aren't you?” Sirius jabbed a finger triumphantly at him.
“No, Peter! You can't be,” James gasped. “Come on, Peter, Pete, Pete- Petey? Wormtail? It's us against the poofs, remember? Don't switch sides on me now!”
Sirius laughed loudly at James' begging. “It's a beautiful day to get in touch with your inner queer, Peter. Or your outer one. Or just start touching someone else's outer queer.” He waggled his eyebrows comically.
Remus was beginning to think James had the right idea about throwing things and retreating under the covers. It was safe there- warm, private- no mad Blacks, or shocked Potters, or still bloody silent Pettigrews. But three boys- one representative of each category- had turned to Remus, waiting for his decree- or his cock. Or both.
“No one is seeing anyone's cock,” Remus said firmly.
James sighed in abject relief; Peter looked absolutely crestfallen, and Sirius was already starting to pout.
Remus' lips quirked, “At least not until someone brings proof that McGonagall wears tartan under her robes."
"WAIT! How is that a reward for me? I don't want to see your cock," James whined.
Sirius snorted. "Don't worry, Prongs. You won't be here for the great unveiling. You'll be off wanking in the loo the moment we get our hands on McGonagall's knickers."
Maybe Sirius wasn't such an idiot after all.
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