mutterings of a music history major (thescarletwoman) wrote in scarletdreams, @ 2008-01-16 00:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2005, rated: nc-17, remus lupin, remus/sirius, sirius black |
[FIC] Remus/Sirius -- Cleaning House (NC-17)
Title: Cleaning House
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kink(s): wanking and dirty talk.
Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day nineteen
Words: 1288
Notes: Repost of the LMoMM fic - day nineteen
Originally Posted: May 2005
"Oi! Remus! Do you really need this box of old junk?"
A loud thud accompanied Sirius's words and Remus felt himself wince. Hopefully that box hadn't contained anything breakable. The moment Sirius had offered to help clean their new flat and go through the boxes of their stuff; Remus knew he should have said "no" immediately. There was something very odd about putting the words "Sirius" and "cleaning" together. He sat in the living room of their new flat (bought with Sirius's money as he had refused any contribution from Remus), legs tucked under himself as he read.
"Define 'this box' and 'junk'," Remus replied, questioning Sirius's definitions.
"Uuuh..." there was a pause and the sound of scuffling while Sirius dug through the box. "Nothing but a bunch of old musty books."
Remus felt like hitting his head against something very, very hard. Why he had let Sirius go through his stuff to determine what was to be kept and what was to be thrown away was beyond him.
"YES I still want that. You don't throw away books, Sirius!" he paused. "Nor are they junk!"
A loud sigh came from the other room. "But Mooooony," Sirius whined. "You have seven boxes in this room alone. Where are you going to put all these books and my stuff."
Remus unfolded his legs from underneath himself and followed the sound of Sirius's voice to the bedroom. Looking down at Sirius, Remus glanced at the mess Sirius had made while going through the boxes in an attempt to 'clean'. Stereotypical clean gay man he was not.
"I will find room for everything, Sirius," Remus replied, leaning against the door jam. "And as for all your stuff, do you really need seven years worth of back issues of Quidditch Monthly?"
Sirius huffed and Remus took that as a yes. He sighed, shaking his head; a motion that said somehow they'd find the room. Turning on his heel, Remus returned to the living room and to his book. He had a feeling he would have to undo all the damage Sirius was about to incur, but it could wait until later. He wanted at least a few moments of peace to himself.
"WOAH! MOONY!"
So much for a few moments of peace.
"Yes, Sirius?" Remus asked, his voice sounding tired and a hint of annoyance slipping into it.
"Why didn't you tell me you had these?"
Suddenly, Remus was very worried as to what Sirius's had found.
He retraced his steps back to the bedroom, going through the inventory of all the boxes he had packed and trying to figure out just what Sirius had discovered in one of the boxes. Just as he reached the threshold of the bedroom doorway, he began to have a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Merlin, Moony! It's a jackpot!"
Taking a deep breath, Remus peeked his head into the room and saw Sirius pawing through his box of dirty magazines; all of which he had managed to hide from the other boys for the past four years.
"Shit," Remus muttered under his breath.
"Moony! When were you going to tell me you had all this stuff?"
"Uhh... how's never sound to you?" Remus replied, the hint of a blush rising up to his cheeks.
Sirius glared and moved past the top issues of PlayWitch (which he had only bought for appearances sake in case anyone had discovered his stash) and moved into Remus's complete stash of gay porn magazines. Sirius's eyes grew wider and wider as he pawed through Remus's entire collection.
"Good Godric. There has to be about a thousand magazines in here!"
"There are 89," Remus replied matter-of-factly.
Sirius let out a bark of a laugh. "Only you would count how many dirty magazines you have." Sirius flipped through one and grinned, then motioned for Remus to come join him.
"What?" Remus asked, slightly confused as he sat down beside Sirius.
"You think I'm throwing those away?"
"Yes," Remus replied. "There's your box of 'junk'."
Sirius shook his head. "Hell no. We're going to enjoy these; each and every last one of them. Unbutton your trousers."
Remus's jaw dropped. "Do what!?"
"Come on, Moony. It's not as if I haven't seen your prick before." He grinned suddenly. "You know I rather like having it up my arse, so unbutton your trousers."
Remus flushed slightly darker, his hands unbuttoning his trousers as Sirius asked.
"What about you?" Remus asked, raising a brow. "Aren't you going to join in this little... well, whatever this is?"
Sirius smirked. "Well, I was just going to watch you wank first." Remus shook his head vehemently at that and Sirius just shrugged, unbuttoning his own trousers as well. "Whatever you want, Moony."
Leaning over, Sirius kissed Remus on the mouth while his hand worked to slide Remus's boxers down and under his (currently) limp cock. A simple kiss and the lightest brush of hand against his cock and Remus could feel the blood rushing lower. Sirius did the same for himself, his own cock already partially erect.
"Sooo..." Sirius drew out, pulling the magazine closer. "Who should we look at?" Remus just shook his head, chewing on his lower lip in embarrassment. "Come on, Moony. It's just me. And it's not like this is the first time we've ever done something like this!"
Remus sighed. "No, but it's the first time we've used a picture."
Sirius shrugged. "So? Lots of guys get off to pictures."
"I don't. At least, not anymore. Not when I have you."
Sirius smiled, kissing Remus on the mouth again, though this kiss was slightly deeper; his tongue slipping into Remus's mouth. Remus's hand threaded through Sirius's black hair, continuing the kiss until they both pulled away panting for air.
"I appreciate the sentiment, Moony," Sirius said as he flipped through the magazine. "But sometimes, it's fun to pretend." He stopped at a picture of a nude male, blond and extremely well built. "Like this guy. You... imagine... it was him stroking you... or him fucking you. All pretend, Moony..."
As Sirius spoke, he reached over, taking Remus's now very hard cock in his hand. His thumb brushed across the head; punctuating each of his statements.
"Pretend he was on his knees in front of you," Sirius's voice continued, his hand encircling Remus and moving along the shaft. Remus's eyes closed, letting Sirius's deep voice wash over him. "Yes, Moony... close your eyes and imagine he's opening his mouth, taking you in, his tongue running along your length... his hands running everywhere." Sirius's hand moved faster in time with his words, his own voice becoming deeper the more he spoke. "He sucks, harder and harder, begging for you to fuck his mouth and just come..."
Remus cried out softly, Sirius's name on his lips as he thrust his hips one last time and finally came, spilling himself onto Sirius's and his own belly. Sirius smiled, kissing Remus again and releasing his cock.
Opening his eyes, dazed by his orgasm, Remus watched through half-lidded eyes as Sirius slowly licked each of his fingers clean. There were times that Remus wondered, in the back of his mind, how he had wound up dating Sirius. This was one of them.
"See? Was that so bad, Moony?" Sirius asked, leaning over to lick Remus's stomach clean.
There were also times that Remus never had to wonder why Sirius's Animagus form was a dog when he did things like that.
Remus shook his head in response. "No, it wasn't. In fact..." Remus reached for the magazine, flipping through to find a redhead who was extremely well-hung.
Wrapping his hand around Sirius's cock, Remus simply smirked.
"My turn."