mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-15 01:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, rated: nc-17, remus lupin, remus/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Remus/Sirius -- Gourmet (NC-17)
Title: Gourmet
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): vanilla-ish.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day thirty-one
Words: 1340
Notes: Well... here's the end of the month and we'll end with my OTP. I can't believe I made it the entire 31 days; it was a challenge for me as I've never written this much in this short amount of time and I had a blast doing it. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful words and reviews. They mean the world to me. And a huge thanks to hogwarts_today for reccing a few of my fics I've written throughout the challenge. So, in other words... thanks everyone. *heart*
Originally Posted: May 2005
Repost of the LMoMM fic - day thirty-one
The first thing Remus smelled when he walked into the flat was food cooking. He wrinkled his nose as he sniffed at the air, expecting to find and undercurrent of burnt food smell. Remus furrowed his brow when he found nothing out of place with the smell. In fact, everything smelled divine, mouth-watering and a whole host of other adjectives Remus could apply to food.
However, in the past two years he had lived in the small flat with Sirius, applying such words as "divine" and "mouth-watering" to Sirius's cooking was impossible. There had been more cooking disasters with Sirius behind the stove so to speak that Remus had forbidden him from entering the kitchen upon pain of death... or pain of withholding sex for a few days; whichever would cause more pain.
They found out quickly after Sirius (thinking Remus was bluffing on his threat) ventured into the kitchen to make soup. Two things had happened that day: Sirius had managed to burn water and the two didn't have sex for a week.
Sirius learned very quickly that Remus didn't bluff.
But now... Remus sniffed at the air again in case he was imagining things. No, the scents coming from the kitchen smelled even better than they had a moment before. Remus dropped his bag in the foyer and quickly made his way to the kitchen to investigate.
There, in the midst of the remains of cut up vegetables and steaming pots stood Sirius wearing a chef's apron, a smudge of flour on his cheek.
"Surprise," Sirius said with a grin.
Remus's jaw dropped. Not only was Sirius cooking, but he was cooking the Muggle way. He reached a hand out to steady himself on the counter, fearing he wouldn't be able to stand at the sheer shock.
"Where the hell did you learn to cook?"
Sirius's smile never faded. "I'm glad you like your surprise," he said, ignoring Remus's question. "I've been working all afternoon... just for you."
"Where the hell did you learn to cook?" Remus asked again.
Sirius sighed. "Fine. Don't notice anything else about me and go to the petty things like asking where I learned to cook." Sirius sighed again, shaking his head. "Lily's been teaching me. She helped me plan this."
It was Remus's turn to shake his head. "I don't believe you. And I can't believe Lily managed to make something out of you as a ch--" he broke off abruptly. "Hang on. What did you mean about 'notice anything else about you'?"
The smile returned to Sirius's face as he stepped out from behind the centre island of the kitchen and into full view of Remus. For the second time that day, Remus's jaw hit the floor.
Sirius was wearing nothing but the apron. That was it. A white apron and nothing else. Sirius turned around to stir one of the pots, giving Remus a perfect view of his arse, the white strings of the apron hanging down over the smooth curve providing a less than adequate covering.
All the blood in Remus's body rushed to two places at once: to his groin, making his trousers impossibly tight, and to his face, making him blush as red as one of Sirius's tomatoes on the countertop. And Sirius being Sirius, he just had to add a shake of his arse as he stirred, playing the part of the tease to absolute perfection.
Growling low in his throat, Remus moved through the kitchen to stand behind Sirius, rubbing his clothed erection against the bare curve of Sirius's arse. Sirius dropped his head back to Remus's shoulder, dropping the spoon he had been using to stir the sauce.
"You tease," Remus growled against Sirius's neck, nipping at his earlobe.
Sirius turned about in Remus's arms, the food on the stove forgotten. "Not a tease, I intend to follow through completely. And my follow through consists of lowering you to the kitchen floor, stripping you and fucking you so thoroughly that neither of us will be able to move for a good long while."
"What about the food?' Remus asked.
Sirius shrugged, his eyes heavy with lust. "Fuck the food."
"I'd rather fuck you if it's all the same," Remus replied, hiding a bit of a smirk.
"Then stop talking, will you?"
Sirius lowered Remus to the kitchen floor, ignoring the thin coating of flour that dusted the area they were about to lie in. Remus apparently didn't care as he wrapped his legs around Sirius's waist, keeping them pressed groin to groin. Sirius let out a low moan, his hands going for Remus's shirt, quickly unbuttoning it. Remus raised himself up slightly, wriggling out of the offending piece of clothing and tossed it aside. He winced as his back came in contact with the cold tile beneath him, but Sirius's open-mouthed kisses heated his skin and he soon forgot about the cold.
Trousers were the next to go (after Sirius dislodged Remus's legs from around his waist) and soon the only thing that was separating them from being skin to skin was Sirius's apron. Remus slowly ran his hands down Sirius's back, his finger teasing the cleft of his arse playfully as he reached for the apron ties. Sirius writhed above him, rubbing against Remus; the apron sliding out of the way on its own so they were groin against groin.
Remus's breath came out in a soft his at the first touch of cock to cock, having never gotten used to the feeling of that first touch. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the shock and the feel of Sirius rubbing against him, nor did he ever want to.
Sirius moved down his body, placing kisses along each of his scars. His mouth was white around the edges from the flour on the floor that was being picked up by Remus's skin. Remus couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Sirius looking like that and ran his finger along his lips to brush the flour away. Rather than letting Remus work, Sirius sucked Remus's index finger into his mouth, running his tongue along the digit as if it were Remus's cock in his mouth rather than his finger.
Writing beneath him, begging softly to just fuck him, Remus thrust against Sirius trying to get his point across. Sirius fumbled in his trousers for his wand, his hand finally closing around the handle and he pulled it free of the tangle of cloth to cast the spell they had worked out.
Remus arched his back upwards, feeling his insides stretch and moisten to make ready for Sirius's cock to slide into him. Sirius positioned himself above Remus, hooking Remus's legs over his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside him, inch by glorious inch. It wasn't until Sirius was completely sheathed inside Remus that either man let their breath out completely.
It was Sirius who began the rhythm, but it was Remus who set the final pace. Their thrusts were frantic as Remus rocked back against Sirius, his hands clutching at every inch of skin he could reach. Sirius's hand reached in between them, pushing his apron out of the way to wrap his hand around Remus's cock. Their cries were evenly matched as they came together, finally collapsing against the kitchen floor in a sweaty, floury heap.
When he could think enough to move again, Remus reached up, pushing a strand of damp hair from Sirius's eyes.
"I think you need to cook gourmet a little more often, Sirius," Remus said with a smile.
"You think so?" Sirius asked, thrusting his half-hard cock inside Remus playfully.
"I know it," Remus replied, kissing him.
If only Lily knew just what her cooking lessons had been used for... Though knowing her, she probably would be proud... and just might have had a hand in Sirius's plan; if she didn't come up with it herself. Remus opened his mouth to ask whose idea it had been but stopped himself.
Some things were better left unsaid.