“I just
don’t understand why you insist on some big production every night,” Sirius
said, a note of anger in his voice.
“It’s just…
as a werewolf—”
Smack!
Sirius’ arm had swung out and his palm had come down hard against Remus’
arsecheeks. “Don’t you give me any of that werewolf shite as an excuse. You’re
the only werewolf I’ve ever heard of who claims his libido is insatiable.”
“That’s
because you don’t know any other—”
Smack! Remus
smiled. The spanking hurt terribly and he continued to feel it long after
Sirius’ hand was gone again. The lingering sensation filled him completely,
tingling up and down his body, making his hairs stand on end, making his cock
throb for more pain. “That’s not the point, Remus.” Sirius reached over and
picked up the wand he’d set down beside them on the bed.
Sirius was
sitting up on the bed with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out
in front of him. Remus was stretched out on his stomach across the bed in the
opposite direction which allowed him to stick his cock between Sirius’ thighs.
Sirius continued,
“The point is why you go out so often to have your needs met.”
Remus
turned his head, looking up. “I thought we’d decided to keep our relationship
open.”
“That
doesn’t mean I have to like it,” growled Sirius. “And that doesn’t mean you
have to be with other men.” He brought his hand down with another loud SMACK!
which was the wand against Remus’ arse this time. Remus jumped slightly at the
force which had also shoved his cock deeper in-between Sirius’ thighs.
Breaking
character, Sirius leaned to the side a little, catching Remus’ gaze. “Too
overboard, that?”
Remus shook
his head, feeling his cock soften with every second. “It was just fine. Do
continue quickly.”
Sirius
continued by taking his wand and transfiguring a pillow into a flat paddle. Thanks
to his skills at transfiguration, it allowed the paddle to be hard but not
quite as hard as the standard wooden or plastic ones usually used for this sort
of play. He slid it back and forth against Remus’ naked arse, letting it warm
to Remus.
Then he
flicked his wrist. SMACK! It hit Remus hard, making him jump again and wince
slightly.
“What was
that one for?” Remus asked, gritting his teeth and grinning.
“For critiquing
my style.” Sirius said. “Now then, I believe I was reprimanding you for seeking
lovers outside our bed.” SMACK!
Remus
gripped the sheets tightly, containing the pain without crying out. “Sirius,”
he whispered. “We’ve discussed this before. There are some things I want—”
SMACK!
“Must have heard you wrong. Because when we decided you would move in here, I
could have sworn you said you wanted me.”
“I do,” Remus
protested. “I’ve always wanted you. It’s just that it’s been such a long time
since… and we’ve both been through so much. We agreed it would be best if we
weren’t exclusive.”
SMACK!
“We’re Marauders, Moony. Since when have we cared about doing what would be
best?”
That last
hit with the paddle had jerked him hard, so hard that the way his cock slid
against Sirius felt amazing. He found his pelvis jerking back and forth almost
on his own, desperate to continue the feelings. “Pad… Padfoot,” he said,
burying his face in the bed sheets and clenching more of the sheets in his
fists. “You’d be doing the same thing… if you could…” He braced himself for
what he knew was to home.
SMACK!
SMACK! That had been somewhat cruel, Remus knew, but it had also been true.
“Plus
yesterday… I brought home…”
SMACK! “Well
who asked you to?” SMACK!
“Sirius!”
Remus growled. “You seemed happy enough yesterday.”
“Of course
I liked it yesterday. Who the hell wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I don’t
prefer having you all to myself. To do with you what I will.” SMACK! SMACK!
Remus’ rump
was really starting to sting now, but his thrusts had become faster and more
desperate. He gasped, feeling the orgasm starting to creep up on him. Just one
more hit and he’d be there. “But I…” he stammered, trying to think of something
to say that he would get reprimanded for.
Luckily,
the beginning of a retort was all that it took. Sirius pulled his hand back
once again, then swung it downward. With his acute senses, Remus could hear the
rush of the air and feel it coming at him. Instead of bracing himself, he
relaxed entirely to accept one final SMACK!
At the feel
of the smooth wood on his backside, and the sliding of his cock into the warm,
tight area, Remus came violently and copiously. He cried finally, into the
sheets with a loud yell and a shaking body. And when it was over, Sirius
scooped him up and held him close with both arms wrapped tightly around Remus.
The orgasm
had been delightful, but lying in Sirius’ arms afterwards was even better.
Sirius pulled a bottle of cream out from beneath the pillow, squeezed a little
on one hand and applied it lightly to Remus’ burning arse. Remus hissed with a
sharp breath inward as the touch stung for a moment before the cream began to
cool and calm his skin.
“You know
I’m just off my head when we do that,” Sirius whispered, cuddling Remus with
his free arm. “I don’t really mean anything I say. I don’t really feel that
way.” He stroked Remus’ cheek and placed a gentle kiss on the man’s lips. “I am,
of course, thrilled for all the time you give me but I understand we can’t just
go back to the way it used to be.”
“I know,”
Remus whispered, sighing heavily and feeling soothed by Sirius’ steady
breathing and heartbeat in his ear. Except that he didn’t want to feel soothed
any more.
He knew
perfectly well that Sirius just said those things as part of the act. Remus
needed to hear and feel the emotions. Remus needed the whole experience to be
real in order to properly be aroused by the spanking.
But, at the
same time, Remus couldn’t help but thinking that whether Sirius meant the
comments or not, they had been true to a certain extent. And the pain rushing
through his rear at the moment was nothing to the pain filling his heart as he
thought over what had been said.
Remus
wondered why it was he felt the need to venture out so often and experience things
Sirius could not give him when what he’d said was true: he did want Sirius more
than anyone. And Sirius probably would prefer having Remus all to himself. Were
they to switch places, Remus would have been just as angry and jealous as
Sirius had pretended to be.
Remus had
tried to justify it to himself a hundred times, while Sirius had just accepted
that was the way it had to be. Sirius was good at accepting the way the world
was after Azkaban. He worked in the Order now to protect Harry and to help
those he cared about, not because he thought he could actually make a
difference in the world any more. While Remus was used to things being much
more free and dark having been out in the world that whole time.
Not that
life was an excuse, of course. There was never an excuse for hurting someone
you loved, even if that someone didn’t actually know he was being hurt.
Remus rose,
wincing slightly at the pain in his arse. “I’m going to go take a shower,”
Remus whispered. He turned and walked stiffly to the bathroom, sending back a
final, cold word to Sirius, “Alone.”