Sirius was
not well-versed enough in the hankie code to know what the handkerchief Remus
had left on his bed meant. It magically changed colors as you watched it,
covering a whole spectrum of colors but not staying any given color for more
than a second.
If he had
been made to guess, Sirius would have gone with his initial reaction:
kaleidoscope-sex. The thought of a slender silver kaleidoscope sliding up his
arse, with the sensations of the cold metal racing through him, was not an
entirely unpleasant one. He imagined it slipping around inside of him and Remus
flipping the dial on one end to change the visual on end inside him. And the
mere idea of it was turning him on.
However
Sirius had an inkling that he would not be having sex using a kaleidoscope
tonight. What tipped him off was the item of clothing and the note Remus had
left on his bed right beside the hankie. The note had a certain Alice in Wonderland quality and read,
simply, “Wear me.” Thinking back to their last bit of fun involving women’s
garments, Sirius obeyed the note.
He was
hardly Alice, however, as the
clothing he dawned after stripping down to nothing was a red, hooded cloak. It
was soft and slippery against his skin, but not exactly a flattering color to
have wrapped around his body. He turned, pulling up the hood and holding the
cloak closed in the front to hide his nakedness.
Sirius
spotted a brown wicker basket on the dresser with a simple “Take me” note
resting upon it. Sirius peered inside, finding a fresh batch of chocolate chip
cookies and a warm thermos of what was probably tea, hot chocolate, or chicken
soup. His hand closed around the handle.
“Where are
you going with that basket, Little Girl?”
Sirius
twirled around on the balls of his feet to find Remus standing in the doorway,
glaring mischievously at him. At least, he thought it was Remus. He wasn’t
quite sure, exactly. “I don’t… I mean, I was just…” Sirius cleared his throat and
suddenly what they were doing dawned on him. “I’m sorry. I don’t talk to
strange men,” he retorted, turning to give Remus a side view of himself. A side
view that clearly showed he was excited.
“Oh, but
I’m not just a man. I’m so much more than that,” said Remus, suavely walking
over and circling Sirius. He dipped his head down, sniffing at the basket and
then at Sirius. His face and body came close, but he held back just short of
touching the other man. He wore a set of black robes, which swished and swayed
as he walked, circling, studying, and marking Sirius closely. “So what’s in the
basket?” Of course, what he really wanted to know was what was under Sirius’
cloak.
Feeling
strangely uncomfortable from Remus’ overbearing behavior, Sirius narrowed his
eyes but replied. “Food for—”
“—your
grandmother?”
Sirius
shook his head and smiled. “My boyfriend.”
Remus
nearly broke character at that but covered his laugh with a cough. “Ah, I see.
Nice guy, is he?”
“Mmm,”
Sirius said. “Exceptionally nice. And he looks a bit like you.” Smiling, “Only
much more handsome and polite.”
“Polite?
He’s making you take him food. Is he sick?”
“Some might
say that,” Sirius grinned and winked.
“So you’re
taking care of him?” Remus cooed mockingly.
Sirius
stiffened. “Actually, he likes it when I take care of him. So if you don’t mind,
Sir, I need to be on my way. I shouldn’t have wasted as much time as I already
have.” He pushed past and left the room.
He felt a
bit of a thrill at standing out in the hallway wearing nothing but a bright red
cloak, and rather liked the strange looks the portraits gave him. There was
nothing like a little playing to get Remus back to feeling normal again. Not
that Sirius hadn’t liked what they’d done the day before, it was just that
Remus really had no reason to doubt himself and Sirius much preferred a
playful, confident Remus to anything else.
And that
was who he got when he re-entered the bedroom. Remus lay in bed with a
nightshirt on and a blanket covering him to his armpits. “Hello, Remus,” Sirius
said sweetly as he climbed onto the bed and took his place, straddling Remus’
thighs. He took a cookie out of the tin in the basket and dangled it over
Remus’ mouth teasingly. “I’ve brought you some cookies.”
“How
thoughtful you are, my dear Sirius.” Remus closed his eyes and opened his
mouth, letting Sirius break off a piece and place it on his tongue. He smiled
as he chewed and swallowed. Then he reached up and caressed the sides of the
cloak, the material was smooth to his fingers and he slowly pulled it open,
revealing Sirius’ body and growing erection.
“I’m sorry
it took me so long to get here. I was momentarily delayed by a rather handsome,
haughty man.”
“More
handsome than yours truly?” Remus reached around the open sides of the cloak in
the front and ran his hands up and down Sirius’ thighs, making Sirius’ cock
twitch.
Sirius considered
the question thoroughly. “Well, you do have quite a lot going for you.” He
studied Remus closely. “My… what big eyes you have.”
“The better
to see you with, My Dear.” What he saw was Sirius’ prick standing eagerly for
him.
“My, what
big hands you have,” said Sirius, squeezing Remus’ upper arms. He slid his
hands down Remus’ arms to his hands and caressed them. The size of a man’s
hands gave hints to the size of a man’s cock, but moreover, Remus knew exactly
how to play with his hands.
“The better
to hold you with, My Dear,” said Remus. He inserted a few fingers into his
mouth running his tongue around them before wrapping his arms around Sirius’
waist. His fingers played with Sirius’ arse beneath the cloak, squeezing his
cheeks, tickling his tender skin, teasing his hole.
Sirius took
a sharp breath of pleasure. Then he tugged down the blanket and pulled up the
end of Sirius’ nightshirt. “My,” he said, smiling broadly. “What a big cock you
have.” In retaliation for the lovely sensation of two of Remus’ fingers sliding
up his arse, Sirius grabbed hold of Remus cock. His fingers curled round and
applied just a little pressure as he began pulling.
Remus
growled happily. “Better to fuck you with, My… oh… Dear.”
Sirius
leaned forward, looking suspicious. “My, what big teeth you have.”
Remus
grinned and licked his lips. “Better to bite you with, My Dear.” And with that,
he sunk his teeth into Sirius’ shoulder.
Sirius jumped
slightly at the pain but did not pull away. He leaned forward even more, making
it easier for Remus to both kiss him and finger him. Remus did both very well
as Sirius pretended to squirm and try to pull back. “Don’t,” he pleased,
closing his eyes and panting as Remus plunged three fingers inside him now.
“Wait… you’re not my sweet, innocent Remus!” Remus chuckled and neither stopped nor waited.
Instead, he concentrated on sucking and leaving his marks on Sirius’ shoulder
and neck. “You’re a wolf!”
“At your
service,” Remus confessed, running the tip of his tongue around the soon-to-be
hickey on Sirius’ neck. Then he lay back and groaned as Sirius serviced him. Because
he knew that if he didn’t, the wolf would surely take him and fuck him through
the mattress. Better just to keep him happy and as incapable as possible.
The hood of
the cloak fell back and the ties hung down, lightly tickling Remus’ chest. Sirius’
thumb pressed the tip of Remus’ cock, spreading a few drops of pre-come over
the soft head. Then he continued stroking his hand up and down just as rapidly
as Remus was sliding fingers in and out of Sirius.
Remus
growled playfully in warning, and Sirius nearly lost his balance and his grip
on Remus as they both came.
When they
were thoroughly depleted and dehydrated, Sirius collapsed at Remus’ side and
wrapped him up in the red cloak as well. “Remus?” Sirius asked.
“Mmhmm?”
answered Remus lazily, his eyes closed.
“Just
checking,” chuckled Sirius, hugging him close.