Having set
Kreatcher upon the dishes, Sirius trudged upstairs. It was one of the few
nights a week when there wasn’t an evening Order meeting, so they had eaten
early. The fact that Remus had spent the whole of dinner shooting Sirius
lustful looks had gone unnoticed by the Weasleys, but Sirius ended the dinner
as quickly as possible after Remus had excused himself during dessert.
“Remus?” he
called quietly, checking Remus’ bedroom and bathroom. “Where are you?” He
checked the study where Remus liked to read after dinner. Sirius had a sudden
urge to sneak up on Remus and jump him. Tackle him to the floor or straddle him
in the armchair or pin him down on the bed.
He found no
trace of Remus, however, until Sirius checked his own bedroom. There, upon the
bed, was a pile of clothing and a lavender-colored hankie resting on top. The
clothes did not look at all familiar to him, as he approached, though he
couldn’t see them so well in the way they were folded. He wondered whether they
were meant for him or for Remus.
“They are
for me,” Remus answered, before Sirius could ask. Remus stepped inside Sirius’
room and closed the door behind. “You wished me to stay in and share my
eccentricities with you, did you not?” Remus glided over to the pile of clothes
and tossed the handkerchief away, revealing clothes that were definitely not
Remus’ usual style of dress. The main item was, in fact, a dress.
“I did,”
Sirius said, staring at the clothes. “I simply expected cock rings and nipple clamps
not… ball gowns and lacey underwear.” Sirius pulled a face at that.
“You don’t
find a man in drag sexy?”
With the
same displeased expression, Sirius shook his head. “Why would I? I prefer
blokes, Remus. Even back in Hogwarts when I was dating girls I never much liked
their clothing, with the flowers and prettiness and lace. I like men, Remus.”
“Of course
you do,” Remus said, nodding pleasantly. He did not look a bit dissuaded by
Sirius’ comments. “And you like me, don’t you? You like my body? You find me
attractive?”
“I find you
dead sexy,” Sirius agreed. “I can’t ever get enough of your body. I adore it.”
Remus
picked up the pale yellow satin dress and shook it out to its full side. “Then
by that token, it should not matter what is on my body, so long as I’m still a
man. It should not matter what I’m wearing, so long as it’s me inside.”
This was indisputable
logic, though Sirius was still not entirely persuaded. He closed his mouth and
stared at Remus skeptically.
Remus
licked his lips and spoke in the lustiest bedroom voice he could muster, “Help
me get dressed, Love. I want you to lift my skirts and fuck me around my
panties.”
“Merlin, Remus!” Sirius said, shocked. “You’re…
” he couldn’t quite think of what word to use, and certainly did not want to go
so far as to insult him or drive him away completely. So he searched for
something tactful.
Remus tried
to help. “Dead sexy? Playful? Incredibly horny just thinking about you helping
me put on a pair of pantyhose?”
Again,
Sirius was dumbfounded. He swallowed hard and fought the temptation to flee
from his bedroom. But he had asked
for this, in a way. And if it made Remus happy… Sirius swallowed again, finding
it hard as his mouth went dry. He felt nervous, and as if something was
fluttering about in his stomach. But it wasn’t as though Remus was actually
going to change into a woman. He was the same Remus, deep down. The same
strong, sensitive, intelligent, quiet, caregiver he’d known and loved for so
long. “All right,” he choked out before he had a chance to rethink it. “But on
one condition.” Remus cocked his head, waiting patiently for it. “That you let
me pick colors for a while. Or at least promise we will do something normal
tomorrow.”
Remus
wasn’t entirely sure how anything he and Sirius played at could be considered
normal, but he nodded and smiled his promise. Then he quickly shed his clothes.
For a
moment, technically a bit longer than a moment, Sirius considered just jumping
Remus as he was and forgetting about all this silliness. But in thinking about
it, his mind came back to the point where dressing like a woman was what Remus
wanted tonight. And Sirius wanted Remus to get what he wanted. Then he’d jump
the man.
Sirius hung
back. Remus tried making it easier. “Just think of it as a strange-looking
harness.” Sirius laughed uncomfortably, his apprehension not relieved in the
slightest.
Remus started
with a brassiere, slipping his arms through the straps and then turning around
and indicating to Sirius that he needed help with the hooks in the back. Sirius
sighed but complied, though it took a few tries to get all three hooked. One
wasn’t hard, and he could manage two all right as well. But when he pulled the
sides back so he could do the third, one of the hooks invariably unhooked. “Don’t
know how birds do this,” Sirius grumbled. “Let alone getting it off again.”
“Just
concentrate on the part where I get dressed,” Remus said as he slid on a pair
of green satin panties.
Sirius
watched, trying to hide his fascination as Remus tucked and held himself in
such a way that there was a noticeable bulge in the underwear but they actually
looked good on him. In a strange sort of way. In a way that made Sirius stare
and… long to touch him. He had felt Remus in satin once or twice before and it
wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Far from it, in fact.
“Sirius? Can
we continue?” Sirius returned his attention to Remus and the task. He picked up
a pair of pantyhose. “For a second there, I thought you might actually be
enjoying yourself,” said Remus playfully.
Sirius
shook his head emphatically, but the bulge in his trousers told a much
different story. Remus saw it and smiled. Then he sat down on the bed and
stretched his leg out slowly, toes pointed. Sirius sighed and rolled one leg of
the stockings up so that he could more easily put it on. He slid it on over
Remus’ foot, then up his leg, pulling tight as he went along. When it was
halfway up Remus’ thigh, Sirius moved onto the second leg and repeated his
actions, tugging and sliding.
His fingers
ran up Remus’ calf, finding it smooth and soft inside the stretched stockings. In
fact, they felt rather nice. And looked nice as well. They were still Remus’
legs, with the same marks and hair. But the nylon gave them a new shape and a
new texture that Sirius found slightly exciting.
He tried
not to show it, however, and continued with the tugging, gathering the loose
material here and there and stretching it so the pantyhose went all the way up
around Remus’ panties to his waist. Then Sirius stood back and admired the
fruits of his labor.
“Now for
the dress,” Remus said, still smiling and not giving Sirius much of a chance to
admire. “I don’t have a slip, but the dress material is thick enough, I think.”
He slid it on over his head, slipping his arms through the thin straps and
letting it hand from his thin frame.
Remus strapped
on shoes which were dark blue and had had three-inch high heels. Then he stood
up and smoothed out the dress, which came down to just below his knees. But the
shoes gave him an added height, making him taller than Remus as he stood before
him. He retrieved his wand and performed a simple make-up and hair spell upon
himself. While he still looked like himself, and Sirius was amazed at that
fact, he looked much more feminine as well. Light blush on the cheeks, soft red
lips, brown and blue eye shadow, and his brown and gray hair now in waves
hanging down to his shoulders.
“So,
Sirius, what do you think?”
Sirius’
pale eyes traveled up and down Remus. If he hadn’t been there to see it and had
just seen Remus for the first time now, he might have actually thought he was a
woman and wouldn’t look twice.
Or perhaps
he would. Strangely, he found Remus attractive like this. Maybe because he knew
it was Remus, or maybe because Remus looked stunning. Sirius adjusted himself
and chewed on his bottom lip for a moment. “You make a wonderful woman,” he
whispered.
“Not a
woman,” Remus insisted.
“Prove it,”
Sirius said, his eyes fixed upon Remus’ crotch. He very much wanted to see an
excited Remus in his small panties again, hard and full in the satin. He wanted
to hold Remus in his arms, wanted to touch the soft legs and sleek
dress-covered body. He wanted to know how it felt to make love to Remus like
this.
Remus
watched him for a moment, then smiled broadly and beautifully. “You have
something to prove as well, you who thought you would not enjoy this.”
Sirius
shrugged shyly but looked eager. “That part with the dress bunched up beneath
your armpits and me taking you from behind… can we do that now?”
With a light
chuckle, and batting his eyelashes that were naturally long, “I’m all yours
tonight, Love.”
Sirius
jumped him.