mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-15 01:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, rated: nc-17, remus lupin, remus/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Remus/Sirius -- The Life (NC-17)
Title: The Life
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): vanilla
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day twenty-six
Words: 940
Notes: Repost of the LMoMM fic - day twenty-six
Originally Posted: May 2005
Morning.
With morning comes the remembrances of last night's (and yesterday's for that matter) activities. When he makes a motion to roll over onto his side, Remus remembers everything: the feel of Sirius beneath him, thrusting into him and filling him so completely that he thought he would break from the sheer pleasure of it all.
He smiles and the smile is serene, an almost twin look on Sirius's face as well. The smile turns to a smirk as Remus wraps a hand around Sirius's cock, stroking his half-hard cock to hardness even while he sleeps. At some point, Sirius awakens and looks at Remus with hazey eyes, part sleep-filled and part lust-filled and Remus simply kisses him.
It's the one time of the day he will ever get the drop on Sirius and they both know it.
Afternoon.
Their afternoons are spent outside the small cottage, working on the garden Remus has so tenderly cared for for the past five years. It's early summer so only the barest tips of green are poking through the brown dirt, but Remus is still outside every day, the sun beating down on him as he cares for his plants.
For the longest time, Sirius protested helping but soon joined in the care of the garden. When he realised that it was better to work outside and have time with his Moony than to stay inside and be alone, he left the comfort of the house and went to work in the scorching heat.
If he had to be outside though, there was no reason he couldn't get a tan. Remus doesn't complain about Sirius being shirtless while he works, though he finds himself watching Sirius more and more rather than doing the menial task of weeding. It's a relief to see Sirius getting colour in his skin again and regaining the muscles he had lost from Azkaban. Remus wouldn't call him toned yet, but between the amount of sex they've been having and the outdoor work, Remus knows he's on his way to being the man he once was.
He sees snippets of the old Sirius back when he laughs, tackling Remus to the dirt and kissing him. They don't care about the mess, only the plants and Sirius is always careful of them for fear of a lecture from Remus.
They've made love in the outdoor heat and Remus knows Sirius needs to feel the sun. Remus's reasons for being outside and feeling Sirius pound into him are purely selfish.
They do have neighbours, but Remus almost wants someone to see them sometime, as if to say: "look... this is what I have and he's mine."
Never mind the fact that the man who is his is an escaped convict. Remus blocks that out of his mind for now. He's still confident they'll clear Sirius.
Evening.
Evening can be summed up in one word: distraction. Sirius is always able to turn himself into a pest of the worst sort, particularly when Remus is trying to make dinner. Remus stands at the stove, preferring to make dinner the Muggle way. He says it tastes better and Sirius always argues with him, saying that if he only conjured up food like any normal Wizard, they could eat sooner and have more time for fucking.
Such a response makes Remus slice the tomatoes that much slower.
Sirius always waits until Remus is stirring something; he never "attacks" when Remus is chopping up food or doing some other activity that could be dangerous if distracted. It's then that he attacks, touching Remus everywhere he can reach. He rubs against Remus from behind, using the fabric of their trousers to create friction. Remus groans, rocking back against him, trying desperately to keep his mind on his cooking.
It's become a routine now. Remus begins to cook the Muggle way and simply waits for Sirius to distract him with the promise of sex. Sirius clears his throat, drawing Remus's attention to him as he swaggers towards the kitchen table. He simply lies back, spreading his legs and waits for Remus to enter him; the food Remus had so carefully prepared now long forgotten and left to burn.
Remus ends up having to conjure the food to replace the ruined food. Sirius somehow always manages to get his way.
Night.
With nightfall, the entire process repeats again. Looking up from his book, Remus knows he will see Sirius looking at him, waiting for the slight nod of a head saying they can leave the sitting room and adjourn to their bedroom where they will pursue other less silent activities. He has been patient for the past three hours while Remus read, but they both know Sirius is reaching the end of his patience.
It's a nod and a smile that gives Sirius his cue to stand up and leave his chair, stalking across the room to Remus. So many words are said in the silence; the two perfecting their ability to speak with their eyes. Remus allows himself to be pulled to his feet; Sirius using more force than was necessary to pull Remus flush against his chest.
Remus doesn't complain.
He tucks himself against Sirius's body, the heady scent of musk and sweat from earlier this evening still clinging to his clothes like a second skin. Remus loves this smell and breathes it in with a smile on his face, Sirius leading them to their room.
As they enter their bedroom and Sirius divests Remus of his clothes, covering every inch of Remus's body with open mouthed kisses, Remus knows one universal truth.
This is the life.