lore (lore) wrote in pervy_werewolf, @ 2007-09-21 23:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: lore, kink: frottage, kink: sex magic, remus/sirius |
Fic: Blue on Black (Remus/Sirius, NC17/NWS)
Title: Blue on Black
Author: lore
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC17/NWS
Kinks: Frottage
Summary: James gives all the Marauders a special gift for Christmas, but only Sirius is daft enough to use it.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JKR and I am just having a lark with them.
Notes: Warning - It's a little...goopy. ~1800 words. Written for fleshdress as part of a holiday exchange. I had a lovely team of betas for this piece. Thank you kellanine, zeldaophelia, ellid, eponis, and corvidae9. The rest is entirely my fault. Feedback/comments/concrit/squee warmly welcomed.
Remus stared. It was the most diabolical prank James had ever devised.
Christmas of their seventh year and Remus and Sirius were spending it alone at the Potters' home. The family had relatives they insisted James visit and Sirius went home just to make sure the house didn't sit empty in, as Mrs Potter liked to put it, "these trying times." The Lupins needed to travel as well and there was a full moon the day after Christmas. Sirius had insisted that Remus not spend the hols alone at Hogwarts, and now Remus was standing in the middle of James' bedroom, all thoughts of borrowing a quill forgotten at the sight before him.
His housemates had opened each others' presents before they'd left school, and part of James' present had been a small vial of lubricant for each of them. He had proudly announced that he had brewed it himself, using a potion book from the very back of the Restricted Section. Best stuff ever, James had proclaimed with a wink. Peter and Remus had exchanged knowing looks and hidden their vials in the evening's trash. However, Sirius never could resist temptation.
It was a common prank among Remus' dorm-mates to wank on each others' beds. Well, common with James and Sirius, and sometimes Peter. Remus had made it clear long ago that he didn't find rumpled, warm, smelling-of-Sirius bedding the least bit amusing and had won the battle when he had finally retaliated in Sirius' bed last year.
Since then, the looks the two had shared had been longer and full of questions neither were prepared to answer. Sirius had started turning up more often at insignificant places like out-of-breath in the hall after Ancient Runes, which was only three floors away from where his Divination class met at the same time. And Remus couldn't say he hadn't noticed and been pleased because he was much more likely to walk into Sirius' side, bump his shoulder or nudge Sirius' hip with his own rather than engage in the slap-and-dash they used to play at when they were boys and a wank in another bloke's bed was just a wank.
No, what Remus saw laid out before him now was much more than a simple toss off. His mouth dropped open, finding more to be impressed by than James' ability to predict Sirius' plan to defile his bed.
Sirius' hips stabbed upward into the open air. He was naked with his eyes closed tightly and his extremities appeared pinned to the bed, lithe hands up-turned and fingers flexing while his wrists remained immobile. Sweat made his skin glint in the afternoon sunlight, long muscles straining and trembling while his cock lay hard against his stomach. The moisture that coated it looked different - shimmering in a way that made it seem like it was alive and rubbing Sirius off.
Remus had time to realize that Sirius must have used James' special lubricant before his brain translated Sirius' faint mumbling into "Remus, Remus." Time stopped and didn't start again until Sirius' back arched and he moaned Remus' name again, low and tortured. His eyes remained squeezed shut and he seemed to be concentrating. Remus could still make his escape.