“Banana?”
“Done it.”
“Popsicles?
Ice cubes?”
“Don’t have
any and done it.”
“Whipped
cream?”
“Oh,
Sirius. Of course we’ve done that.”
Sirius
sighed and closed the fridge. He glanced over at Remus, who was spread out
naked upon the table. Remus lay on his side, propped up by one arm so that he
could watch Sirius going through their food supply. Sirius did not look pleased
at the moment. Snidely, “Maybe it would be easier to think about foods we haven’t used?”
“Good
thinking,” Remus agreed with a nod. He gave the topic considerable thought.
Finally he came up with, “Soup. We haven’t done soup.”
Sirius
raised his eyebrows. “You want to use soup? What, ladle it over each other and
scald our skin? Sounds like loads of fun.”
Remus
sighed and turned, lying with his back against the tabletop. He tried to drive
the fantasies out of his mind, but was unsuccessful. It came right back around
to chocolate. “Well it’s not my fault we’re out of chocolate.”
“Not your…”
Sirius laughed. “Of course it’s your fault. You’re the one who eats the most of
it.” Though Sirius liked it, he’d never been thrilled by it the way Remus
always was. Remus’ face lit up eagerly at the mere thought of tasting a little
chocolate, just the way it had earlier that night. “And you’re the one who
chose the chocolate-colored hankie tonight. Remember?”
Remus
nodded. He knew that, but it didn’t keep him from his fantasies. He wanted
chocolate sauce dripped over his chest and Sirius lapping it up. He wanted small
blocks of creamy milk chocolate to melt in his mouth. He wanted a warm bowl of
melted chocolate to dip cherries into that he could then place into Sirius’
hungry mouth. A mouth that could work its own magic so well upon his body.
He reached
down and brushed his fingers lightly against his cock as he imagined. It
twitched at the attention, but the knowledge that they were ultimately out of
chocolate was enough to keep him relatively flaccid. “We may be out, but what
about others in the house?” mused Remus. “What about the kids?”
“You think
they’re hoarding candy in their rooms?” Sirius asked.
Remus
pointed out, “We did at their ages. It’s worth a shot, isn’t it? I’m desperate
for some chocolate, Padfoot.” Remus almost always felt this way a week before
his transformation. Understanding, Sirius headed over to Remus and caressed his
cheek, cupped the side of his face, and leaned in for a kiss. Without a word,
in mid-kiss, they apparated upstairs together.
The entire
Weasley clan was out picking up Hermione, whose parents were allowing her to
stay the summer at Number 12 and they weren’t due back for another hour at the
earliest. Sirius and Remus had been eager to take advantage of having the house
entirely to themselves, after Sirius ordered Kreatcher to stay in his cupboard.
So they
poked around Ron’s room first, then Ginny’s, then the twins in search of
chocolate. They didn’t actually go through any belongings or move things
around. They used Remus’ keen scent of smell, as no other time was it keener as
when there was chocolate involved. Sirius stood behind Remus, holding him
around the middle and using him as a dousing rod. Remus slowly moved around a
bedroom, sniffing.
There were
a few sugar quills and there was a box of small cakes. But they found nothing
even remotely chocolate-related until they hit Fred and George’s room. “There.
Beneath the bed,” Remus said, pointing. Sirius pulled out his wand and pointed
it in the direction Remus had indicated. A few simple spells later, and a small
box floated out and up to them. Remus plucked it out of the air and opened it. There
were indeed about a dozen individually wrapped squares of chocolate. The
wrappers were bright gold in color with little red hearts upon each.
“Left-over
Valentine’s Day chocolates?” Sirius supposed, picking one up and inspecting it.
“They smell
a little strange, but not bad.” Remus was understandably wary regarding
anything edible in the twins’ room. Though they wouldn’t say it, both he and
Sirius admired the twins’ mischief-making to an extent, so long as the joke
wasn’t on them. “I should do a taste test.”
“Why you?”
“Well, as
you said before, it’s my fault we have no chocolate with which to enjoy sex
tonight. So I shall risk my life and my stomach with a test.” Sirius looked
skeptical. “My stomach is strong, Sirius. With taking more than eighty doses of
wolfsbane a year, I’m not as weak in some departments as I used to be. Now,
feed me one and we’ll see what happens.” He dropped his jaw and closed his
eyes.
Sirius
unwrapped the piece of chocolate, gave it a sniff to be sure it didn’t smell
suspicious to him, then placed it into Remus’ mouth.
Remus
groaned happily at the explosion of bitter and sweet against his tongue. He
moved the piece around in his mouth from one cheek to the other as it melted
and he swallowed. He chewed the last bit and swallowed it down with a sigh.
“Satisfying?”
Sirius asked, grinning at the expression on Remus’ face.
Remus
nodded and sighed deeply. He kissed Sirius rather sloppily, letting him taste
the residuals of the chocolate. Then he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head
pensively.
“Remus? Are
you…” Sirius took a step back and studied the man, looking for a tail or a
color change in his skin or for his nose to grow a foot. “Do you feel all
right?”
“I feel…”
Remus started, but his voice died away as he further evaluated himself. “I
feel…” He breathed out very heavily and swallowed. Then his eyes locked with
Sirius’, which were burning with concern. Any number of things could have been
wrong with him. “I feel…horny as all Hell.”
“What?” Sirius
was even more concerned now, and with good reason.
“My…” Remus
shook his head and swallowed again. He reached out and pulled Sirius’ hand to
his crotch. His cock was erect and so hard it hurt. Remus sighed at the touch.
“I can’t wait. You’ve got to…” Sirius gave Remus’ cock a firm stroke and Remus
practically melted into him with a whimper. “Oh yes.” He gave a thrust into
Sirius’ hand and gripped Sirius’ shirt at the shoulders.
Still
concerned, and now a little confused as well, Sirius obliged. He slid his fist
up and down Remus’ cock, speeding up as Remus’ cries grew more desperate and
intense at every second. Then, without warning, Remus came violently into
Sirius’ hand and against his shirt. He yelled unrestrainedly, calling out
Sirius’ name.
Sirius
wasn’t sure that even if there had been others in the house, Remus would have
been able to stay quiet during that orgasm. It seemed to have been too strong
for him, as Remus slumped into Sirius’ arms afterwards. Supporting him, Sirius
moved them over to one of the nightstands where he pulled out a few tissues to
wipe them both off. He waited until they were in his bedroom before he deposited
them, and the wrapper, however. It certainly wouldn’t do to leave evidence of
what they’d been doing lying around.
Sirius
deposited Remus on the bed, then stripped off his clothes. “I should have
undressed when you did,” Sirius muttered, making a face at his shirt as he
tossed it into the laundry pile. Though Remus rather fancied the chance, Sirius
hadn’t really wanted to walk around Number 12 naked. Too many paintings of his
relatives that didn’t need to see what Black family physical traits had been
passed to him.
Remus slid
beneath the covers of the bed and patted the spot beside him. Sirius, now just
as naked, joined him. They kissed, and Sirius smiled when it ended. He still
tasted chocolate. “I guess we know now what the twins’ chocolates were for,”
Sirius said. “And that those little hearts did not mean Valentine’s Day.”
Remus
nodded back in agreement. “We found out the fun way- by playing detective.” Then
he reached beneath the covers, his fingers grazing Sirius’ chest, fingering a
nipple and a bit of chest hair. They slid down and curled around Sirius’ cock.
“I’m sorry,” he said, giving Sirius another kiss. “You haven’t had a chance to
come yet.”
“It’s all
right,” said Sirius, not wanting Remus to feel guilty considering the urges had
been beyond his control. “My needs can w—” He stopped instantly as Remus moved
closer, leaning his body into Sirius’ and kissing again. Sirius felt Remus’
cock rub against his and was shocked to find it hard again already. “Remus!” he
exclaimed.
Remus
beamed. “Want you so badly,” he murmured, inserting a finger into his mouth
then slipping it into Sirius’ arse.
Sirius
clenched and relaxed with a sigh. “How long do you suppose those chocolates
last?” he asked. Sirius raised and bent his legs, shifting around a little so
that Remus had a better angle for entry.
“Depends if
you’re counting in minutes or in orgasms,” Remus answered. “But I’m willing to
play detective a little longer. How about you?” He slid two fingers in now and
Sirius groaned unintelligently, nodding.
“Play,” he
gasped in reply as Remus’ cock took the place of his two fingers. Sirius’ hands
searched madly for something to hold onto as Remus took him roughly, shaking
him fully with every thrust. Sirius closed his eyes, concentrating on the
feelings and the sounds of pleasure emanating from his lover. And though he
began to climax only seconds after Remus, when he finished Remus was still
coming.
Sirius
caught his breath, composed himself again, and then reached for the tissues and
wand to clean them up. Remus lay sprawled out upon his back, panting happily.
But as Sirius gently cleaned Remus, the man’s cock gave a slight twitch. “Are
you still…?” Remus nodded, looking apologetic, and Sirius chuckled. “Blimey.
We’ve got to find out what was in those things.”
Remus
grinned and ran his hand over Sirius’ head, rumbling already rather mussed
hair. “Got your breath back, yet?”
Sirius
nodded and scooted down the bed a little so he was face-to-face with Remus’
cock. What Remus wanted him to eat now was much more to his liking and
certainly easy enough to get.