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.
*****
Sirius' eyes flew open as bare thighs settled over his. Oddly, Remus had chosen to leave his shirt on, hardening cock peeking out from between his loose shirt-tails.
"Remus! What are you-" Sirius blinked slowly, entranced by the dreamy look on Remus' face as he placed his hands right on his chest for balance. "You'll stick! James put a charm on the bed-"
"I'm betting James made the charm just for you." Remus slid down and scooted forward on his knees until his cock was resting alongside Sirius'. "See? He knew only you would be rude enough to take a wank in his childhood bed."
Up-close, the shimmering lubricant had a faint blue sheen to it, and Remus could see it slowly creeping onto him as their heavy breathing and quivering bellies caused the slightest of movements against each other. He drew in a sharp breath when the lubricant was spread enough to work on both their cocks, undulating up and down their lengths. "Just enough to tease, not enough to come. Brilliant, James," Remus muttered, speaking mostly to himself.
Sirius was transfixed. He'd lost track of how long he'd been trapped on James' bed, knowing instinctively the only way that bastard James would give him to get out of the charm was to come from the light stimulation of his magical lubricant alone. He had been so lost in fantasy that he never heard Remus enter the room or take off his trousers, still couldn't believe the Remus sitting on him and staring hungrily could be real.
He lifted his hips, knowing the charm would keep his feet from slipping from the force of bucking up under Remus' weight and watched the other boy bob in the air, as if he were riding a Muggle contraption instead of Sirius' own body. "Mmmm, this is nice," Remus said, the rumble from his chest transferring straight to the base of Sirius' cock. That was proof enough for Sirius, and he was slammed with the warring desires to come, finally, and to hold the boy he had wanted for so long.
"Remus, your hands - use them." He could feel Remus' heavy balls resting against his own, but not see them because of the shirt draping down between them. It was time for Remus' famous modesty to come to an end. "And take that damn shirt off!"
A glint lit Remus' eyes then, reminding Sirius of just how helpless his position really was. "Do you know why I left the shirt on?" Sirius was beginning to squirm as the lubricant and Remus' own shallow hip thrusts massaged their cocks, leaving him on the edge without the ability to fall. "To remind me of propriety so I wouldn't completely maul you our first time together."
And with that Remus pulled the shirt over his head, and collapsed against Sirius' chest, mashing their lips together, suddenly all movement and skin to Sirius' battered senses.
Very quickly, Sirius became glad he was stuck to the bed, because it kept him from melting through it. Remus was a whirlwind of activity, hands and mouth everywhere, as if he couldn't decide what part of Sirius he wanted first, so he decided to have him all at once. He wanted to tell Remus to slow down, but he was beginning to ache with need and the other boy wasn't putting pressure where he most needed it.
"Moony, please-" Sirus pushed up as hard as he could, but Remus sat on him again, which was nice in its own way, just not nearly enough to bring him off.
"Greedy Padfoot, always wanting more," Remus said, reaching over to the nightstand to retrieve the vial of lubricant. Sirius only stared, wondering when this infuriatingly sexy creature had replaced his handsome, but reserved, friend. "Did you even think to use some here?" Remus let a few drops of the potion fall on his right nipple. "Or here?" A few more drops fell on his left. "Here, too, but that's for me." A drizzle left a slippery path down the center of Sirius' chest to his navel.
Remus trailed his fingers through the gently writhing formula, spreading it to the sensitive skin under Sirius' ribcage and fleshy skin down his side and above his hips. Placing both hands nearly under Sirius' armpits, Remus used his thumbs to circle Sirius' nipples, the blueish tint to the lube causing them to look cold, even as they pebbled. Remus groaned then and rubbed forward, catching more of the moisture on his cock to drag back between them. "Fuck this is good stuff. Maybe I should have held onto mine."
Sirius couldn't take his eyes off Remus as the other boy began to rub against him in earnest. Remus' head was lolling back and forth, his eyes closed, strands of tawny hair darkened by sweat plastered to his temples - Sirius was rock-hard and awestruck at the sight, never having realized before that he could want to come so badly just so he could hold someone.
Hazel eyes opened only to see the Great Sirius Black looking positively besotted. Remus' heart beat double-time and he had to bury his face in Sirius' neck just to keep from howling at the freedom he suddenly felt. He licked and bit at the column of Sirius' throat while sliding his whole body against Sirius', the lubricant spreading between them and passing its mild buzz onto Remus as well.
Their cocks felt brilliant trapped between them and held tight against each other. Remus bore down and moved faster, hips and thighs flexing at an impossible pace. He could feel Sirius' groans vibrating against his skin, and he wanted that feeling on his lips, inside him, all around him, if it were possible. He sealed his mouth over Sirius' as they began to peak, unwilling to let any small part of Sirius escape him.
Sirius came first, as was his right as the tortured party, screaming in the back of his throat, hardly able to breathe and feeling as if Remus were swallowing him alive. His freed arms flew around Remus and held him tight as the other boy cried out from his own completion.
His orgasm as much pain as it was pleasure, Sirius' cock continued to jerk and tremble in blessed relief long after it had stopped leaking. They were drenched with sweat, lube and come, but Sirius couldn't be arsed to find his wand just yet. Remus was resting his head against Sirius' chest, heaving for air while Sirius took a deep breath of his own and enjoyed tangling their legs together. The air tasted of musk and Remus, and Sirius was sated.
*****
A day later, the Potters were all standing in the foyer, having been greeted by two surly looking boys. Mr and Mrs Potter tried to keep the amused looks off their faces, but from the way Sirius' face grew even stormier, they knew they weren't succeeding.
At first glance, Sirius and Remus appeared to have been in a massive row, discoloured skin the result of bruising. But a closer look told them that the blue was too even and warm to be natural. The boys had probably gotten into the potions stores and tried something that failed, both parents agreed later in private.
Though, nothing explained to the Potters why that normally mild-mannered Remus Lupin was glaring daggers at their James, or why James looked startled, face white against the collar of his bright-red jumper. The Potters concluded that Remus and Sirius must have been trying to pull off some diabolical prank against their son.
Mrs Potter, particularly, thought head-to-toe blotchy blue skin served them both right.