[FIC] Remus -- Alone Again, Naturally (R) Title: Alone Again, Naturally Rating: Hard R Pairing: Remus/Remus (implied Remus/Sirius) Kink(s): masturbation Challenge: Lusty Month of May Marathon, day sixteen Words: 1142 Notes: Repost of the LMoMM fic - day sixteen Originally Posted: May 2005
Nightfall was Remus's favourite time of day. Of course, once a month he hated seeing the sun set on the horizon but after his fifth year; the setting sun no longer seemed so bad. The moment he gained the friendship of Peter, James and Sirius in animal form on the nights of the full moon, those nights suddenly became bearable.
It was when night fell that Remus could be alone with his thoughts. Spending nearly 12 hours with the other Marauders made one appreciate any and all time one could have to one's self.
However, the more he thought about it; solitude was just as dangerous as spending time with the others. On one hand, being with the others meant the possibility of being dragged into some new plot or the other.
Being alone meant thinking and thinking meant fantasizing about what would never be his.
"Oi! Moony!"
Remus raised his head, flushing slightly; feeling guilty as if caught in the act. Caught in the act of just what he wasn't sure as he wasn't wanking or doing anything he shouldn't be doing.
'Not yet, anyway,' supplied a small voice in the back of his mind.
Sirius slung an arm around Remus's shoulder as he tossed himself onto the plush couch beside Remus. Remus stiffened slightly, wondering just why Sirius was paying attention to him. Usually he was ignored unless James was out with Lily or they need him for some new prank.
And considering the fact that the latest Slytherin prank was already in place and James was sitting just across the Common Room; Remus had no idea why Sirius was suddenly paying one whit of attention to him.
"You're blushing like a schoolgirl, Moony," Sirius said, rubbing an elbow into Remus's side. "Thinking about one?"
Remus shook his head. 'Was thinking about you...' "No," Remus answered softly.
"Just as well," Sirius said, removing his arm from around Remus's shoulder and then throwing his arms back behind them both on the couch; completely stretching out. "It means I can talk about my date tonight. She's one fine bird, if I do say so myself," Sirius said with a wink. "May even get a shag i--"
"I don't want to hear about it," Remus said, standing abruptly and cutting Sirius off.
"Hey, what's gotten under your skin? We've always talked about birds together."
Remus rounded on Sirius. "No, we haven't. You talk about the ones you've shagged or the ones who've gone down on you and I listen... that is, when James won't. Go bother James. I'm busy."
Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Remus turned on his heel and walked upstairs to the Sixth Year Boy's Dormitory; leaving his books on the floor beside the couch. Sirius remained sitting on the couch, his mouth agape as he stared after Sirius. If Sirius muttered anything after him, Remus never heard it. He just needed to escape from there.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to Sirius. Hell, the fact that he had been sitting in such close proximity to Sirius had made his heart go all aflutter (if boy's hearts even did that in the first place). But rather, hearing Sirius go on about some new bird only served as a very painful reminder that Remus would never have him.
No matter how much he wanted him.
Closing his eyes, Remus closed the door behind himself.
Well, there always was one way.
Remus returned to his bed, drawing the bed curtains around himself. A silencing charm was applied next as he did not want to be discovered. Then again, he had yet to be discovered in the past year and a half he had been escaping upstairs to wank and fantasize that it was Sirius here with him.
Lying down on his back, Remus unbuttoned his shirt and parted his shirt; exposing his chest to the cool air of the Dormitory. His hands trailed over his chest as if they were Sirius's learning the feel of the planes of his skin for the very first time. As his fingertips traced over scars, Remus could feel his cock straining in the confines of his trousers. But knowing Sirius as he did, Remus knew Sirius would love to tease and would most likely not touch his cock until the very last moment.
And so, Remus would touch himself just as he thought Sirius would.
His fingertips rubbed the light trail of hair that began at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his trousers. Lower his hand moved, cupping himself through his trousers and lightly massaging; still teasing.
'Oh, Padfoot, you tease...' Remus knew he would whisper.
Teases always follow through.
Remus had every line of their dialogue planned, down to the very last detail. It was then that Sirius would finally free his cock, and that was when Remus finally undid his trousers; his hand wrapping around his thickness. Remus let out a breath of air, beginning to stroke himself.
His eyes closed slowly, imagining it was Sirius there. This was where his fantasy changed night after night. Sometimes Sirius would take him into his mouth, other nights he would just stroke him like this. There was the rare occasion (when Remus's imagination was particularly active) that he would imagine other things... like Sirius raising his hips up and flicking his tongue inside his arse.
Remus let out a soft moan, stroking himself faster; fingering his entrance with his free hand. That was one of his favourite fantasies that he saved for very rare occasions.
With a soft cry, Remus came, spilling on his hand. He continued to stroke himself until he was soft again, collapsing back onto the bed, exhausted. Remus reached for his wand blindly, cleaning up the mess he had made. Merlin, if the House Elves ever saw dirty sheets. What was he thinking about House Elves first for? Hell, if his dorm mates ever saw soiled sheets, Remus knew he would never live it down.
He knew the others wanked, but they had reason to. Sirius was... well... Sirius; and James was still obsessing over Lily. Peter fancied that Hufflepuff Prefect and Remus...? Well, Remus never joined in conversations of who he fancied.
If the others saw soiled sheets, they'd want to know who he fancied.
Answering "Sirius" was out of the question.
***
Remus heard Sirius come in later that night. He had laid awake in bed for nearly three hours, waiting for the latch on the Dormitory door to open for a third and final time.
When it final did, all Remus could smell was that girl's scent on Sirius. He could smell her perfume; light but it was there... and under that was the undercurrent of sex.
Remus closed his eyes, hugging his knees to his chest.