Remus gave
a full stretch, then bent his arms with his hands folded just behind his head. He
leaned back on the piled up pillows against his headboard and gazed over at his
dresser. Sirius was peering into it, his arms folded upon the front. “So, have
you chosen a color tonight, Sirius?”
“Not yet.
Do you have a preference?”
Honestly,
Remus wasn’t sure what he felt like doing tonight. “No. Besides, it is your
choice.”
Sirius
glanced over his shoulder and shrugged. He pulled one out and regarded it a
moment curiously. When he turned with it, Remus sucked in a sharp breath and
immediately went paler than usual. “I don’t think I have ever seen you with
this particular color,” Sirius said. “What is it for? Have you ever used it
before?”
Remus
motioned Sirius over and took the kelly green handkerchief from Sirius. He
pressed it between two sets of forefingers and thumbs. “I used it quite a lot when
I was younger. Back when you were in Azkaban and I couldn’t land a job.” He
looked up at Sirius with a particular strong look in his eyes. “I told you
about back then.”
He looked
confused for a moment, then a look of understanding crossed his face. “Oh. Yes,
I remember.” Sirius sat down on the edge of the bed.
Remus nodded
back. He remembered, too.
*
“Ten
Galleons a shag,” Remus recited in a monotone, having said it a thousand times
before. “Six Galleons for a wank. Twenty Sickles for a suck. And thirty
Galleons for anything magical, including polyjuice.”
“Thirty?”
asked the man, surprised. He took the last drag of his cigarette, let it slip
from his fingers, and then ground it into the cobblestones with the tip of his
boot.
“Standard
fee, Luv, take it or leave it,” said Remus. “I can’t afford to stand here
haggling all night. If you won’t have me there’s a dozen blokes who will.”
The man,
who looked at least forty-five with his graying hair and set of wrinkles in
addition to a broad build and bright blue eyes, considered the fees for a
moment. Then he shrugged. “I guess you’ll do for a Galleon. But I’m not
springing for a room at the inn.”
The thought
that he would hadn’t really crossed Remus’ mind. There weren’t too many men who
wanted more out of a rent boy than just to rent him out for a quick fuck in an
alleyway. Remus held his hand out, needing the payment up front.
The man
hesitated, then forked over a Galleon. He balanced it on his thumbnail then flicked
it so that it flipped in midair until Remus reached up and caught it.
Remus
tucked it away along with his green hankie, indicating that he had been
claimed. Then Remus pointed to a spot he typically utilized for times like
these. Remus directed them to the back of a dark alley- alleys outnumbered the
streets in Knockturn Alley and every one of them was dark- and right to a spot between
a dumpster and a stack of dodgy cauldrons for sale.
Remus
leaned up against the wall. It was a familiar sort of cold which raced through
his whole body but from which he refused to shiver. “So how do you want me?”
The
darkness was a great comfort, really, allowing Remus to imagine he was with
someone else. The man’s face was half hidden in shadows but he clearly wore a sickeningly
dirty smile. “I want you on your back, begging for mercy.”
Having
heard it all by now, Remus nodded and turned around. He flattened himself
against the dirty wall.
“What’s
your name, anyway?” the man asked, his voice rough but quick with excitement.
“John,”
Remus replied. He always used his middle name around the Johns. It was an irony
not lost upon this man, though many failed to laugh at it. “And what should I
call you?”
Remus felt
his arms being raised and pinned up against the wall. Then hands gripped the
hem of his robes and pulled them up. They pulled down his Y-fronts and rubbed his
prick between Remus’ arsecheeks. “You can call me the best shag you’ve ever
had.”
Remus was
glad to be facing the wall, as the man would not be able to see his eyes
rolling as they were. “To be sure,” said Remus, closing his eyes tightly and
bracing himself.
The man
took a deep breath before shoving inside. Remus always attempted to keep
himself well lubricated by magical means, but it was still never a pleasant
experience. Remus was not in a state to be concerned with enjoying the moment
or caring how it felt to him, however. All he needed to do was to please the
man enough. “That’s it,” Remus said, groaning into the dark stone wall. “Put it
in me. Fuck me hard, Luv.”
The man’s
thrusts were deep and hard, swift and strong. “I’ll make you feel this for
days, John,” he whispered in Remus’ ear. He was pressed so close to Remus’ back
that Remus felt sweat trickle down the man’s chest between them.
Remus sighed
to himself and played to the man’s request. “Oh, I can’t stand how good this is!”
At the moment, he was much fonder of the wall than this man. “Be kind! I can’t
take such pleasures. You have such a strong stroke, and such a huge cock!” He
relaxed fully and let the man roughly shake him around like a toy. With each
and every thrust inside, Remus made some sort of sound, a whole range from
grunts to whimpers, his tone rising with supposed desperation and excitement.
After what
seemed like ages, the man finally climaxed, shouting out Remus’ name and
shuddering in ecstasy. Remus rolled his eyes again. He took a deep breath as he
pulled up his undies and pulled down his robes. “That was definitely the best I
have had in a long time,” he lied breathlessly and convincingly.
The man
beamed for a moment, then seemed to come to his senses and pushed Remus away.
He dropped a few Sickles at Remus’ feet then skulked out of the alley. With a
sigh, Remus squatted and retrieved them.
*
Remus was
silent for a moment, but was taken completely by surprise as Sirius leaned
forward and kissed him fully on the lips. When they broke away, Remus cocked
his head. “What was that for?”
“I want
you,” Sirius whispered lightly.
A bit taken
aback, “What? Don’t tell me that talk of me selling my body and being fucked by
strangers turns you on.”
Sirius
shook his head. “You and sex in the same sentence is enough to turn me on,
Remus. But at the moment that’s not why I want you.” He gave Remus another
kiss, a soft and gentle one. “I want to make love to you to drive out memories
like that. To remind you that I’m here now to look after you. Even if I can’t
leave this bloody place, even if I’m useless in everything else… at least
there’s the love.” He looked hopeful as he took the handkerchief from Remus and
tossed it over the side of the bed. Then he cupped his hand to Remus’ crotch. “Can
I help you forget? Can we make love?”
Remus had
to remind himself that even before Azkaban, and certainly during his time
there, Sirius had not been reading love poetry. This cheesiness might have been
the best Sirius could manage, but it really was heartfelt and, suddenly, it was
exactly what Remus wanted tonight. He leaned forward and kissed Sirius back.