Title: Black

Author: Kate of Kintail

Pairing: Remus/Sirius

Rating: NC-17

Warnings/Kinks: BDSM

Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, nor does the hankie code. This is all just play and I certainly don’t get paid.

Word Count: 2,237

Summary: Remus is in the mood for some Black.

Author’s Notes: First in my colored hankie series for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May.

 

            The robes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were black. Bits of a white shirt beneath and a house tie were really the only colors ever added to the mix. Seven years of nothing but black was enough to send any self-respecting gay boy round the bend. Tens of years after he’d started at Hogwarts, he was still coming to terms with the color.

 

            He left the bathroom with a steam-clearing spell going on inside, and slowly crossed his bedroom in Number 12. It had made sense, at the start of the summer, for Remus to move in. Apart from being able to keep an eye on Sirius as well as the kids, Remus’ finances were not in a good enough state to allow him to hold down a flat in the city. The fact that he was so often away on business for the order made it illogical to pay for a flat if all he was doing was storing his few possessions. Now that he was moved in, however, he was beginning to see that there was more to having one’s own place than the economics of it all.

 

            There was the concept of privacy. He had been in the bathroom for no longer than a quarter of an hour, but in that time Sirius had made himself at home on Remus’ bed. Sirius was stretched out on his stomach, with his legs bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles. He was leafing through one of the magazines of a personal nature which Remus kept in a box beneath his bed, though Remus knew he was just doing it to get a rise out of him. And when Remus entered the room, Sirius looked up.

 

            Remus was used to the way Sirius frequently stared at him, as though memorizing every detail about him. He rather liked the attention, truth be told. It wasn’t every day that someone made him feel as young as a teenager again. Which was probably why he had resorted to wearing his smashing black turtleneck on top of brown corduroy trousers tonight.

 

            “Going out again, are you?” Sirius asked, in reference to the way Remus moved about so smoothly and matter-of-factly, collecting his shoes, wallet, and wand.

 

            With a nod, “Thought I would, yeah. Unless you can offer me a reason to stay.”

 

            Choosing not to respond to that last statement, Sirius asked, “Suppose it’s to that hankie club again?” Sirius gazed fixedly at Remus and did not look down at the magazine as he flipped one of the pages for the sound it made.

 

            Remus grimaced. “You know I dislike it when you call it that.”

 

            Sirius shrugged and looked down this time as he flipped a page. “What would you prefer I call it?”

 

            “It’s just a typical gay sex club, Padfoot.” Except that it wasn’t, really. The clientele tended to be a bit older and more experienced. The music was so loud it was hard to hear yourself think. And the hankie code was strictly followed. Really, though, it was just the place for a perverted, aging wizard to spend a night out. Especially now that he wasn’t paying rent and had a spare knut or two with which to go out. “Besides, it lets me know what I am getting myself into. And so long as you and I are not exclusive, I don’t’ really see the harm in it.”

 

            Sirius made a point of staring at the magazine now. But the tone of his voice was still casual, light. “So, what color is it tonight?”

 

            At the question, Remus’ hand instinctively slid into his back left pocket, where he fingered the small pocket square. “Black,” he replied.

 

            Sirius raised his eyebrows. And as Remus bent down to put on his shoe, Sirius cleared his throat. “In that case, I think I might be able to give you a reason to remain here for the night.”

 

            “Oh?” Remus inquired, feigning innocence. Pushing his shoes out of the way, Remus straightened and crossed his arms over his chest, wand in hand.

 

            Sirius closed the magazine and slid it to the side. The glossy cover rode upon the bedspread and fell onto the floor in a crunch of pages. “Yeah,” Sirius replied, his steely gray eyes meeting Remus’ amber-brown ones. “I think so.”

 

            A slow grin spread across Remus’ face. “I was hoping you might say that.” With a flick of his wand the bedroom door closed, and with a swish he locked it. Then he rounded on Sirius, wand out at the ready. He muttered a few words and jerked his wand up and down, pointing it at various parts of Sirius. Each item of his clothing snapped off, one at a time. His shirt twisted and turned and transformed into wrist restraints. Each sock became a similar restrain on each ankle. His pants turned into a snug harness, with thin strips of black, smooth leather circling his waist and stretching up his body, over his nipples to meet around his neck like collar. Sirius’ underwear transfigured into a ball gag, which fastened at the back of his head as it stuffed itself in his mouth. Sirius grimaced at the unpleasantness of underwear in his mouth, though he could not deny the scent and taste showed he had been looking forward to this all evening.

 

            With another twitch of Remus’ wand, echoed by the twitching of his cock, Sirius was flipped around on the bed. He sat back against the pillows at the top of the bed, hands bound together and then tied around the top of the headboard behind his neck. His legs spread apart and the restraints tied themselves to the feet of the bed at the bottom. It gave Remus a lovely eyeful of Sirius’ hardening cock, his own erection straining against his trousers.

 

            Rmmmphs!” Sirius begged, his eyes gesturing at the gag.

 

            “A little much?” Remus asked, running the tip of his wand along the sides of Sirius’ stretched wide mouth.

 

            Straining, Sirius’ bound hands worked to unfasten it. Then his mouth opened incredibly wide and his tongue pushed the ball out. It fell upon his chest, the red ball wet and the metal clasp cold.

 

            “Should have asked first,” Remus said, holding his wand tightly in his fist. He smacked it against Sirius’ middle, the brunt of it hitting the harness but it still made his point.

 

            Sirius inhaled sharply. “Remus—”

 

            “Master,” Remus insisted, slapping his wand against Sirius’ thigh in punishment.

 

            Master,” Sirius echoed pointedly, jumping at the sharp pain. “What…” His voice died away and his eyes closed. Having moved the gag aside, Remus had moved on to running the tip of his wand over Sirius’ pale skin. It was a reward for using the proper term.

 

            The wand slid down Sirius’ neck and over his chest, slipping beneath the harness straps to brush the sensitive nipples. It followed a thin path of dark hair down Sirius’ stomach to his crotch, and the shaft of the wand stroked the shaft of Sirius’ cock. Whatever question Sirius might have asked had turned, instead, into a deep moan.

 

            Remus grinned again. “Like that, do you?” Remus asked rhetorically. He brushed his wand against Sirius’ balls, tickling them lightly, teasingly. Sirius nodded vigorously. So Remus backed off, climbing off the bed and standing up. Sirius groaned.

 

            Remus walked to one side of the bed, inspecting Sirius. He ran his wand against Sirius’ arm, bent at the elbow as his hands were still tied behind his neck. Then the wand ran the length of Sirius’ body, down his leg on the outside, then the inside. Sirius gasped again as the smooth wood stroked the inside of his thigh, only just missing his cock. “Master…” he panted. “Please?”

 

            Remus raised his wand, but did not strike. “You ask so nicely,” said Remus pleasantly, lowering his wand. “But I think I will wait a few moments.” He dropped his wand between Sirius’ legs and began to undress slowly. Sirius groaned again, watching the body he could not touch. Of course, he could not touch his own, either, which was just as frustrating considering Remus was making such a show out of doing just that.

 

            As Remus pulled off his turtleneck, he moved his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples, tracing the scars. Slowly he unbuttoned his corduroys, under which he wore nothing. As his trousers slid down to his ankles, he took his cock in his fist and pulled with satisfaction.

 

            Another groan escaped Sirius, who wanted to look away but could not. “Touch me again, Master,” he begged desperately. Watching Remus like this was torture.

 

            Remus glared at him. “You do not get to decide, Slave. I will touch you when I wish to touch you. And you cannot touch yourself.”

 

            Sirius pulled hard on his restraints, wanting to prove Remus wrong. But he was bound too tightly to the bed. His wrists hurt from the struggling, and he gave up with a frustrated sigh.

 

            “You don’t like being bound,” said Remus, part observation and part command. “You don’t like being stuck here- in this house, in these restraints.” Naked but still stroking himself, Remus knelt on the bed between Sirius’ legs and recovered his wand. “You want to be free.” The end of his wand now worked its way up Sirius’ body, stopping at his wrists. “What would you do if I let you go?” He kissed Sirius’ chin. “Would you leave?” He tugged on Sirius’ bottom lip and bit down hard. “Would you try to fuck me?” He kissed Sirius squarely on the mouth, roughly, hungrily. Then he pulled back and smacked the wand against Sirius’ lower arms. “Answer me!”

 

            They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Sirius answered, “I would just touch myself. That’s all.”

 

            “That’s all?” Remus cocked his head and circled the tip of his wand against Sirius’ palm, which tickled him but he couldn’t pull away. “You would simply lie here, pumping your cock for me? Here on my bed, in your lovely harness?”

 

            Sirius nodded feverishly again. “Yes, Master. Just for you.”

 

            His tongue resting on his bottom lip, Remus gave it only a moment of consideration. Then he shook his head. “No, I don’t think I would like that right now.” Sirius groaned. Instead, Remus reached down, taking his hand off his own cock and wrapping it around Sirius’. He stroked smoothly but firmly, smiling at the tiny, nearly-silent grunts and gasps emanating from Sirius.

 

            Though he was bound, Sirius’ hips had their full range of movement. He rocked them in time to Remus’ strokes. As the pace quickened, his desperation increased, and he bit his lip to keep himself from begging Remus to finish him off.

 

            But Remus backed off, just in time, ending by brushing his fingertips against Sirius’ firm, full member. Sirius could not complain, and did not try, but his pain at not being allowed to come was clear. “Don’t worry,” cooed Remus. “I shall take care of you all right.” Remus bent and kissed the head of Sirius’ cock. “I like taking care of my Slave.” He took Sirius in his mouth and gently scraped his teeth along the shaft of Sirius’ cock. Sirius whimpered and Remus pulled back.

 

            With two flicks of his wand, Remus commanded Sirius’ ankle restraints to untie themselves from the bed and levitate. Though Sirius’ legs were slightly bent at the knees and still apart, they now stuck up in the air, as though the restraints hung from the ceiling instead of just in midair.

 

            After a simple lubrication spell, Remus tossed his wand over his shoulder and spread Sirius’ arsecheeks. He slid inside with a bit of effort, warmth and tightness wrapping around his cock far better than a hand ever could have. His shoulders slammed hard into the backs of Sirius’ legs as he began to thrust, sliding in and out as he pumped Sirius’ cock in time.

 

            Remus’ eyes asked if Sirius enjoyed it. “Yes… Master,” he replied breathlessly. Their eyes were still locked, though their breathing was shallow, uneven. Desperate, needy pants were only slightly louder than the thumping and racing of their hearts. “Master…?” Sirius whimpered again.

 

            “Not yet,” Remus insisted, shaking his head. One hand held onto Sirius’ legs and his fingernails dug in.

 

            Sirius gasped with pain and tried hard to control himself. “Now?” he begged, which only made Remus squeeze him harder.

 

            “Not…” Remus’ body was tensing up as the sensations running through it were building and gathering together. “Not… until… I… I—” He stopped stroking Sirius and grabbed hold of Sirius’ harness around the waist. With one last thrust, Remus tensed completely, throwing his head back and groaning. Sirius instantly let himself go as well.

 

            Remus waited for Sirius to finish, before sliding out and softly reciting the words needed for Sirius’ legs to lower. Getting up, Remus snatched the black handkerchief out of his trouser pocket. He used it to wipe himself off, then to clean Sirius’ chest and cock. Exhausted and satiated, Remus collapsed on the bed beside Sirius. Sirius’ eyes were closed, but it had been a while since Remus had seen such a smile on the man’s face, even after sex “Black,” Remus muttered, crumpling the handkerchief into his palm. “I rather like it after all.”