Disclaimer: JKR’s characters. I’m just playing.
Summary: Remus and Sirius make a purchase and hurry home to
enjoy it.
Challenge/Notes: Submitted for pervy_werewolf’s Challenge
#28: Collaring. I figured everyone writes a collarfic and as I seem to be
working my way through R/S clichés, I couldn’t resist. I started this story in
late July, 2004 and finished it in early August, 2005.
Good boys,
they knew, did not venture into the seedier side of Wizarding Britain
without accepting the consequences. But apart from the owl-order catalogs,
Knockturn Alley was the only place they knew of which carried the sort of
merchandise they were searching for. Remus stood in front of the window of one
shop, shivering in his tan cardigan. His arm was linked with Sirius’ and he
leaned closer, as though trying to bury himself into the thick leather. “Come
on,” he whispered into Sirius’ ear, his breath warm and coming out in a light
fog. He bounced up and down on his toes and slipped his other arm beneath
Sirius’ jacket.
“Cold?”
Sirius asked jokingly as Remus began nuzzling his face into Sirius’ neck. Led
by his nose, part of his face burrowed beneath the turned up collar of the
jacket. “Okay. I get it. Let’s go in and buy something, then it’s straight home
for a cup of a tea and a warm fire, all right?” Remus nodded enthusiastically.
The inside
of the shop was hardly warmer than the outside had been, however it was away
from the strong gusts of late autumn wind, which was as much as either could
hope for at the moment. Remus still clung to Sirius, both in warmth and in
support. The shop was certainly of the shadier persuasion and the staff and
clientele were similar.
Together
Remus and Sirius walked around, inspecting items within the display cases and
examining those on the walls. There were bottles of edible lubricant in a
variety of flavors. Remus, however, wasn’t too impressed by these. He didn’t
quite see the point in freezing one’s ass off outside just to buy something
useless and disposable. Lubricant wasn’t to be eaten, no matter how tasty.
Lubricant was for making things slick and easy, and chocolate sauce was for
eating off Sirius’ body. It was silly to bother combining the two and paying
exorbitant amounts for the result. There were double-headed dildos charmed to
vibrate any time they was touched. Remus felt it was hard enough to coordinate
the action using one of those and that the vibrating made things infinitely
worse.
As they
browsed, Sirius slid behind Remus, slipping his arms around from behind and
folding at the waist. He rested his chin on Remus’ shoulder and held the other
man close to keep him warm. There were no other couples in the store, whether
those there had partners or not. But after a few embarrassing
miscommunications, Remus and Sirius had decided the only shopping they would do
in this subject from now on would be when they were together. “See anything you
like?” Sirius whispered, sneaking in a bit of a nibble at Remus’ ear as well.
Remus shook
his head, and his ear, free. “Nothing too special yet. How about you?”
Sirius
echoed the gesture. “I’ll let you know when I do.”
Sirius’
certainly that they would find something was subtle, but slightly reassuring.
Together, they moved on, surveying. There were gag balls that emitted a series
of pleas every time they were bitten into. Remus groaned at the thought. There
were small orbs that, when turned on, shimmered in a variety of colors and
belted out sleazy background music. Remus shuddered and rolled his eyes. And
there was a whole wall filled with books and magazines with moving pictures of
men showing and shagging. Remus shook his head. Sirius was really all he needed
to turn him on, and they already had a subscription to a few of the more
interesting magazines anyway.
Just as
Remus considered suggesting to Sirius that they give up and stick to the
catalogs, he spotted it in a display case. Along with the usual restraints,
gags, and flogging equipment was a collar, shining out among all else. It was
made of thick black leather but with a buckle to make it adjustable. The spikes
which laced it were neither small studs nor long spears, but they were somewhere
quite in-between and dull enough to be worn through any situation without doing
serious harm. Remus felt his heart skip a beat just at the sight of it. And
from the hardness pressing into his rear, Remus knew Sirius had spotted it as
well and was letting him know as promised. It was a little pricier than Remus
might have liked, but money was no object to Sirius. Especially not where this
was concerned. They purchased it at once.
*
The collar seemed to be wearing a
hole in the bag the whole way home. And though the bag was brown paper and not
the least bit transparent, Remus and Sirius both felt as though everyone must
know what was inside. By the time they got home, they were both hard and more
anxious than ever. Dinner could wait. A fire and tea could wait. Hell, everything
could wait. Remus grabbed his hand, but didn’t have to drag to get Sirius into
their bedroom.
Remus lit
the lights with a wave of his wand and Sirius turned down the covers with a
wave of his. They settled together on the sleek satin sheets which warmed to them.
Remus was still a bit chilly, but knew it would not be long before he was hot.
Then,
unable to wait a moment longer, they pulled the collar from the bag. It looked
just as inviting in their dim bedroom as it had in the showcase, among the
other toys. Sirius reached for it, but Remus’ seized it first. His fingers
caressed the leather, which was almost smooth to the touch. “Wouldn’t you
rather touch it when it’s on me?” Sirius asked, grinning. Remus nodded and
undid the buckle.
He lifted
the collar to Sirius’ neck and around back he slipped the strap through the
buckle, fastening it on the third hole. He could still slip a finger in between
neck and collar, but was reluctant to make it too tight to start with, though
he grew harder at the idea. “Tighter,” Sirius whispered roughly, moving his
head about at the end of his neck. He forced himself to swallow, his Adam’s
apple bobbing up and down freely against the leather.
“For what
it cost, I would have thought it would adjust magically,” Remus remarked,
moving it from the third to the fourth notch. “There,” he said, trying to slip
a finger between and failing. “How does that feel to you?”
Sirius
grinned and nodded. Remus smiled back. If he pulled up the collar of Sirius’
jacket like this… and buttoned the top button of the shirt like so… it was
almost impossible to tell Sirius was wearing anything beneath. He could go
about his normal day with nobody being any the wiser. Only Remus and Sirius
would know any differently and be able to secretly lust for each other. Now,
however, there was no need to hide. Remus pushed the collar back down again and
ran his fingertips against it, finding a pleasant mix of skin and leather meet
them. “Feels good to me, too,” Remus whispered. He ducked his head down and kissed
the collar, neck, and collar again. “So good, in fact, I might not let you take
it off.”
“Is that
so?” Sirius muttered, pulling Remus closer and slipping his hands beneath the
jumper and shirt.
“Mmhmm,”
Remus confirmed, now kissing in a line beneath the collar. He could smell
Sirius, just as usual, but the scent of the leather was fresh and strong, much
unlike Sirius’ love-worn jacket. “Sometime… sometime I want to make you wear it
all day, where I’m forced to keep my hands off you and our little secret. But
right now… I just want to fuck you through the bed.”
Sirius
grinned broadly in approval of Remus’ violently strong libido. Remus made for
his trousers, but Sirius pushed him away. “Not so fast. I want to enjoy this.”
“You’re the
one with the collar on,” said Remus, fingering it again and pulling the shirt
down and away from it. “You’re not to tell me what to do.” He grabbed hold of
it, fingers squeezing between the leather and Sirius’ neck, and pulled the man
forward for a strong, unyielding kiss. Sirius tried to fight against it, but
Remus held him in place and in the end the kiss was far too delicious.
“Fine,”
wheezed Sirius when he’d been released. “When I’m wearing this collar, I’ll
belong to you.”
But Remus
grinned and shook his head. His fingertips caressed the collar. Warm leather.
Cold metal. A scintillating dichotomy. “You belong to me already.” He bent his
neck and flicked his tongue out, stroking one of the short spikes, then tasting
the nape of Sirius’ neck. Sirius gasped unsteadily. It was a breathy, needy
whimper. “Mine,” he reiterated. Then he raised his head and looked straight at
Sirius. “And now I want to see all of what’s mine.”
Hands
fumbled and trembled with excitement as they undressed each other, tossing
clothes over the sides of the bed. Remus didn’t mean to remove the collar, but
he did want it looser again. Thoughts filled his mind of slipping his cock
between neck and leather, feeling bound and feeling Sirius breathe and swallow.
But when he went to move it back from notch four
to three, it would not budge. It was not so much stuck as magically
bound in place. Remus was silent in thought, but Sirius swore.
Panicked, Sirius’
fingers pulled at the collar, stretching and straining and trying to release
himself, but to no avail. Worried and desperate, Sirius clung to Remus for
help. “It’s all right,” Remus whispered, understanding. “You’re mine, and I’ll
take care of this. Take care of you.”
“Can’t,”
whimpered Sirius. “Strong magic. Knew we should have just gone with something
from a cata—”
Remus
silenced him with a kiss, hands sliding down to Sirius’ hips and a thigh
pressed into Sirius’ crotch to distract him from the new toy for a moment. He
pulled back, looking kind and speaking with reassurance. “I can and will. I think
I know the magic.” His hand slid over, his long fingers caressing Sirius’
length, then wrapping around. “I know what it’ll take to release you.”
Sirius was
about to inquire. The ‘what?’ was right on the tip of his tongue. But Remus’
hand squeezed and he gasped with pain and surprise. He tried to pull away, but
Remus held him in place. One hand was around Sirius’ cock, and the other around
the collar again. Neither wanted to let go. They both moved, though. One slid
up and down, pumping. The fingers of the other hand tickled at Sirius’ neck and
chin. Remus’ body was used to touch elsewhere. Tongue circling nipple. Chest
brushing chest. Thigh sweeping side. Ear brushing arm.
Sirius’
cock throbbed and leaked and Sirius moaned, thankful for Remus’ combined
stubbornness and generosity now. “Don’t moan,” Remus instructed. “Growl.” Sirius
looked slightly bewildered for a moment, then gave a low, soft growl. Remus
grinned back and immediately shoved Sirius over onto his chest.
Remus
mounted him at once, using a spell to make his entrance slick and then tossing
away his wand. He didn’t want anything distracting him from the sight before
him. Even from behind, Sirius in a collar was a delicious thing to behold. The
contrast between light skin and dark leather always looked good on Sirius, but
now it was more alluring. As Remus’ lower legs squeezed Sirius’ hips, Remus’
hips and pelvis moved, allowing him to slip in and out with little effort. Remus
reached down and, despite the fact that it was so tight, grabbed hold of Sirius
by the collar. The cool buckle against his palm made him shudder happily and
Remus, with one hand on Sirius’ neck restraint, used the other to slap Sirius’
arsecheeks.
Sirius
might have growled, if not for the fact that the tight collar was pressing
against his windpipe. He wheezed and turned his head, looking back at Remus
with some alarm in his light grey eyes. But when he saw Remus riding him,
grinning, a similar grin appeared on his face. He closed his eyes and managed
to growl again. This only made Remus ride him harder.
The lack of
proper air made Sirius feel lightheaded, and every one of Remus’ thrusts made
him tingle sharply. His whole body rocked dizzily as the pleasant sensations
filled him. “Re…” he started, closing his eyes. Weakly, he relaxed and gave in,
letting Remus take him and hoping he didn’t pass out before he reached orgasm.
But Remus
leaned to the side, falling over onto the bed and taking Sirius with him. They
lay on their left sides, with Remus matching Sirius’ body curve for curve apart
from the fact that Remus was still inside Sirius. In the fall, Remus had
released the collar and Sirius could breathe freely again, though he still felt
a bit lightheaded.
Remus
reached forward and took hold of Sirius’ cock again. He stroked languidly at
first nuzzling into Sirius’ back and inhaling the scent in Sirius’ hair as it
tickled his face. Then his own urges as he thrust became much more powerful and
his strokes quickened. Feeling his release coming more quickly than he’d
anticipated, he sank his teeth into the collar, exhaling through his nose in
hard, shallow breaths.
Anchored
against Sirius from the bite, Remus plunged in deeply several more times before
his whole body crashed into Sirius’ with force and he came, tense and thankful
with his groan muffled by the collar in his mouth.
When it had
passed, and he had taken a moment to savor it, he swirled his tongue around the
buckle and tugged on it. “Just checking,” he muttered as it didn’t come loose. Sirius
whimpered and looked back over his shoulder worriedly. Remus kissed his cheek.
“Don’t be worried. You’re mine, remember?”
He slid
out, but kept his body pressed back against Sirius’. The strokes, which he had
stopped giving when his orgasm hit, resumed immediately. They were strong and
convincing and Sirius’ cock took to them at once. Remus continued nibbling on the
collar and at Sirius’ neck. Sirius seemed to be taking his time, however, enjoying
it.
“Sirius…” Remus
muttered, snuffling behind Sirius’ ear. “You’re never going to be done at this
rate.” Sirius tensed uncomfortably, but that lasted only a second as Remus
swirled and squeezed and stroked again. “Supposed to do as I say,” Remus
reminded him. “And I want you finished… now.” Sirius sighed and growled, hips
bucking slightly in an encouraging but stubborn message. Remus understood it
was useless to urge him to hurry along again. So he just kept it up until
Sirius finally trembled and cried out and Remus’ hand was warm and wet.
Remus’
tongue slid over the buckle of the collar, which opened easily now. After
wiping his hand on the bed sheets, Remus carefully took it off Sirius, setting
it gingerly on the pillow in front of them so they could both see it. “So,”
said Remus, “What do you think?”
Sirius
sighed blissfully and closed his eyes. “Worth every knut.” Smiling, “We should
go back and get that matching leash tomorrow.”