Title: Where, When, Why, Who & Howl Part 18
Author: KateKintail
Rating: R to NC-17
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Kinks: Wanking, voyeurism, frottage, oral sex, bondage, sex magic, food smut, and more
Disclaimer: Not my characters or world. Just my creative juices. Please don’t sue. I don’t make a dime from this.
Summary: New Companions all around! Remus is in heat and in need of more things than sex…
Word Count for this part: 2,293
Notes: I’m in way over my head this year for pervy_werewolf’s Lusty Month of May. Any feedback you’ve got for me would be useful. Also, this is completely unbetaed, because of time constraints. Sorry!

Part 18

Where: Hogwarts
When: 1977

Remus wished he could have stayed in Narnia longer, but there was some place more important he had to visit and only the Doctor could take him there.

Remus opened the door to the TARDIS and immediately found himself staring at the inside of another door. “Tight fit,” he muttered, squeezing out through the small space that one door opening up onto another created. If only the bathroom stall doors opened outward instead of inward. Luckily, they were both skinny enough to manage it. “We’re here,” Remus stated, looking around what he knew for certain was the Gryffindor house boys’ bathroom. He recognized the water spots and the cracks and the pale lighting immediately. “Hope you got the when right.”

“Look, it’s not my fault the TARDIS can be a little off. She’s built for a small crew and there’s just me now, isn’t there? And you, of course.” Remus helped out as much as he could without actually understanding how it worked.

Slowly and carefully, Remus and the Doctor made their way out of the bathroom and up the stairs to the dormitories. Remus was scared as he approached the doors. There was no telling which one was the right door. If the math was right, Remus would want Year 7’s door, but there was no telling whether or not this was dormitory or whether he was in some other generation’s Hogwarts. They could be off by a few years or as much as hundreds. Remus pressed an ear to the Year 7 door and, after determining there was no one within, he went inside.

Relief filled him first, as he recognized the room as his own. He left the Doctor just inside and dashed over to his trunk. This was his life seven years ago, yet here it was right in front of him. He rooted through his trunk- the patched clothes, the heavy books, the gifts. Remus pulled out a Gryffindor scarf and gave it a good, long sniff. Sirius Black had given him that for Remus’ seventeenth birthday. Which meant it was some time between mid-March and end of semester in May. Perfect.

Remus heard the footsteps before the Doctor, and recognized them in the way the Doctor wouldn’t. “Quick!” Remus hissed. He closed his trunk, ran over to James, and grabbed. Then he grabbed the Doctor by the arm and the two crouched behind Peter’s bed. Remus threw James invisibility cloak over the two of them; it just managed to cover them. Then he tapped his wand to the Marauder’s Map. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!” he whispered, reflecting on how true that statement really was. He located the Gryffindor dormitory as a matter of habit and saw both his name and the Doctor’s inside. On the stairs leading up from the Gryffindor common room, he saw his name again, alone with the other three marauders.

His head skipped a beat and he swallowed hard. This was it. The Doctor had his hand on Remus’ forearm. “You can’t interfere,” he said. “Remember, you agreed that if we came back, you wouldn’t change anything.”

Remus nodded automatically, not really meaning it. He had read about the horrible things that had happened to wizards who meddled with their own timelines. But he also knew what horrible things lay in store in his future. Who was to say he wouldn’t be better off if he accidentally killed himself now? But the Doctor wouldn’t have agreed to take him without that promise.

Actually, the Doctor had been less reluctant to make this trip than Remus had counted on. The Doctor had briefly addressed the problems resulting from changing one’s timeline, and Remus had told him that this wasn’t something Remus wanted; it was something he needed to do. The Doctor had asked if Remus would show him some of the wizarding world and Remus’ friends, and Remus had told him that, of course, he would. The Doctor had warned him that all he would be able to do was watch, and Remus had told him that was all Remus intended. But now that they were actually here, Remus wasn’t so sure he could stay silent and hidden as planned.

The Doctor admired the magical map while Remus crouched there, breathless with anticipation. The door to the dormitory opened, and Remus’ eyes went wide. There was no way to have prepared himself for this. He’d known what was going to happen, and it was his choice to be there. But there was no way to have known how it would feel to see his younger self standing right there before him. If not for the Doctor’s hand still tight on his arm, Remus might very well have leapt up in surprise and confusion. So many conflicting emotions filled him.

“The blond one’s Peter,” Remus whispered, holding a wand to his throat to keep his voice only loud enough for the Doctor to hear. His voice was cracking and sobs threatened to take over, so the magical control was necessary. “And the one with glasses, that’s James.” Tears fell silently down his cheeks. He wanted to go to them, to wrap his arms around them and tell them he loved them. “And that… that one’s Sirius.” Sirius was… Sirius. His shirt was untucked and his tie loose and askew. His pants slimmed him nearly everywhere, but Remus saw that bulge whenever he touched or looked at Remus.

The Marauders were talking about a prank that future Remus couldn’t even remember pulling. No doubt it had been spectacular; the pranks usually were, even if they were caught and punished for them. Peter and James deposited their bookbags, picked up some sweets and a little parchment, and headed out again.

Remus desperately wanted them to stay. His heart ached to see them again. The Doctor had both hands on him now. “This was a bad idea,” Remus whispered. “Why did you let me do this?”

“You were quite insistent,” the Doctor replied, speaking softly right into Remus’ ear. It tickled and Remus resisted the irritation. “And I was quite curious. So these are your friends?”

“Were my friends.”

“Are your friends. They look like fun.”

“I was very lucky to have had them.”

“And lucky to have been able to see them again.”

That was true. It was more than nearly anyone ever got. Remus mouthed the word ‘goodbye’ after them. Then Remus settled back down. The Doctor’s tight hold vanished and was replaced by comforting arms. Remus swallowed his tears and turned his attention back towards the two still in the room.

Remus and Sirius were taking advantage of their presumed privacy to snog. Their hands were on each other’s heads, on cheeks, at the back of heads, dug into hair, cupped around ears. They breathed out heavily through their noses, heads tilted one way and then the other, lips locked, and tongues working.

From where he sat, Remus could almost taste Sirius’ kiss. He remembered the hunger, the desire, the urge to have more and more of the young man. Sirius was addictive, and obviously that was the very problem.

He watched as Sirius’ hot hands slipped down, little by little. They were on younger Remus’ neck now, thumbs stroking. Then they were on Remus’ shoulders holding him tenderly. They broke apart finally, and Sirius cocked his head. “Merlin, I’ve been wanting to do that to you for the last hour. Thought that dinner would never end.”

“The way you eat, I thought it might not.” Remus said, smiling. His hands slid down, too, and began collecting Sirius’ robes. As his handfuls of cloth grew, the hem of Sirius’ black robes shortened until Remus had easy access to Sirius’ shorts. They were gray and well-washed, and older Remus lost his breath at the sight. Those had been his favorite. Oh, he was daft all right to have a favorite pair of Sirius’ underwear but there you were. Those were the softest of the bunch, not too thin but not too thick either. They were just a little too large for Sirius, leaving room for a hand to reach in comfortably or with a wider hole for Sirius’ cock to stick out of. Sirius in those shorts used to drive Remus mad with desire, for he could press his cheek up against them and feel Sirius’ warmth and hardness.

“Me?” replied Sirius. “What about Peter? Two desserts. I mean, really.” Sirius threw his arms up into the air and simultaneously dropped to his knees. Laughing, Remus pulled the robes up over his head. Then he stepped forward, rubbing his crotch into a nuzzling Sirius’ face.

Future Remus immediately felt embarrassed. He turned to the Doctor to apologize. “This was an awful idea,” he said.

The Doctor’s face was pale and he stared forward like a deer in headlights. But to Remus’ words, he shook his head. “It’s what you needed.”

Remus nodded back. “You’re an exceptionally good friend.”

The Doctor smiled back. “It’s all right. Just forget about me. Best to keep in mind why we’re here- why you’re here.” He nodded towards the Remus and Sirius still standing in the center of the room.

Remus looked back and, suddenly, he remembered this night among every other. His heart practically stopped beating as Sirius said, “Come to bed. I have a treat for you.”

From their hiding place, Remus and the Doctor could still easily see Sirius’ bed, which stood out as the most rumpled but busiest with motorbike posters on the wall above and twice as many pillows as the other beds. Past Remus jumped onto the bed eagerly and Sirius went to his trunk. He hopped up onto the bed. “Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

Trusting, Remus obeyed. Sirius placed a small square of white chocolate on his tongue. Future Remus could taste that now, too. It had been extra sweet and, more importantly, Sirius had paid for it through mail order instead of just popping into Honeydukes through the secret passage and nicking it. “Mmmmm.” Past Remus smiled. “Kiss me before I swallow.”

“Oh, you’ll be swallowing soon enough!” Sirius laughed, but kissed him quickly anyway. The kiss turned to groping, the groping turned frotting, and the frotting turned into to much more. Soon Remus was tied up to the headboard using their school ties as bindings. He lay there, spread wide and vulnerable. “Do your worst,” he said.

Sirius fed him another chocolate and flicked his tongue against Remus’ nipples while Remus ate, making the man chuckle and gasp. One chocolate per nipple, until Remus complained he was going to get fat. That was Sirius’ cue. He moved down to Remus’ crotch. As he ran his tongue up and down Remus’ cock, he slid his wand in and out of Remus’ arse. A spell kept the wand moving as Sirius climbed on top. Remus slid into Sirius slowly. He moaned with pleasure.

Future Remus, hiding under the invisibility cloak, felt it all. Every tongue flick. Every kiss. Every tight clench around his cock. He looked down to see his own hand wrapped around his own hard cock. Embarrassment turned his cheeks a hot red. But he felt the Doctor’s hand on his back and an arm around him, hugging. Remus paused, then started stroking. That was Sirius, his Sirius, his first love.

The Remus on the bed moaned unrestrainedly, but the one on floor stayed silent. One of a thousand differences between the two of them. But in similarities, they were both about to cum all thanks to Sirius Black. Sirius moved up and down, so did Remus’ hand. The pace quickened impossibly. They all held their breaths. And the Remuses both came.

Sirius waited until Remus was completely done and gasping for breath, then he climbed off, removed his wand, and untied Remus. It was then that Remus pounced. He rolled around with Sirius, finally ending up on top and pinning Sirius down.

He took Sirius’ cock in his mouth and sucked. As Future Remus cleaned himself off, he critiqued himself. The technique was amateurish, though that was only to be expected considering he hadn’t been very practiced. Sirius seemed to like it, though. In fact, he seemed to love it. He pumped desperately into Remus’ mouth, hips taken over by his urges. Sirius reached his orgasm quickly, crying out. As expected, Remus swallowed every last drop. Then he crawled up and snuggled into Sirius.

Once recovered, Sirius traced his finger upon Remus’ chest, brushing over the scars and the smooth skin alike. “I love you.” The words pierced the silence, and Future Remus clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. Orgasms he could do silently, but this was different. This was the first time Sirius had ever really said that.

“Yeah, yeah.” Remus giggled as Sirius’ finger crossed over his belly. “You always say that after we fuck. I’m well aware by now that there’s something about cumming that turns you into a snuggly romantic.”

Sirius went up on one elbow, looking down at Remus, his hand still and flat on Remus’ chest. “I mean it, though. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And I’m going to feel this forever.”

Remus looked up at Sirius. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

Nodding, “Of course I do. And no matter what happens to us after Hogwarts, we’ll always have this feeling, this love that started here. That’s more important and powerful than anything, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” Remus agreed in a whisper.

The Doctor kissed Remus’ cheek sweetly. “Should we go?”

Remus nodded. “That was all I needed.”