Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 1

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Summary: Sirius wants to teach Remus a lesson about the joys of wanking.

Notes: Written for the Lusty Month of May at pervy_werewolf

Word Count: 840

Part 1

            “I don’t believe you, Moony.”

            Remus lay on his side, pressing his front into Sirius’ right side, matching the young man’s curves. The blankets were all on the floor, the top sheet was in a tangle at the base of the bed, and the bottom sheet was soaked with more than just sweat. Remus’ hand lazily traced invisible designs on Sirius’ chest. “What?” Feeling drowsy, he yawned and fought the desire to drift off to sleep. “What exactly are you talking about, Sirius?”

            Sirius dragged his arm up, bent it at the elbow, and slid it under his head to raise it enough to look at Remus properly. “Before, when you said you don’t do any wanking… I don’t believe you.”

            It was a strange thing, to be embarrassed about not doing something usually so embarrassing, but Sirius was always so free about his sexual exploits that Remus had a feeling he knew where this was going. He preferred to ignore it and hope that, in the euphoria following such fantastic sex, Sirius might forget about it. Suddenly getting shy and quiet, Remus tried to hide his face in Sirius’ upper arm.

            Sirius laughed as the movement tickled him, and he pulled away a little. He saw the brightly flushed cheeks and his jaw dropped. “You mean you really don’t have a go at yourself? Ever? I mean, you have to have tried it, right?”

            Remus shrugged. “A couple of times. But I always heard that it wasn’t good for you.”

            “That’s bollocks!” Sirius exclaimed. “All that rubbish about being impotent or going blind? All cooked up, Mate. Not a bit of truth behind it.”

            Remus continued. “It always makes me feel guilty and dirty when I do it. So I don’t.”

            Laughing again, “Of course it makes you feel dirty, but dirty’s good.” He reached down and ran a finger along the length of Remus’ cock. Remus gasped and pulled away, feeling too sensitive for any such touch after such a long session of love-making. He batted Sirius’ hand away, then took hold of it tightly to keep it from making any more mischief.

            “Besides, I don’t need to… I’ve got you.”

            Despite the fact that Remus sounded completely convinced, Sirius was far from that. He sat up a little, speaking with all seriousness and no puns. “There’s a sort of magic to doing it alone, Remus. It’s personal and perfect and intense. There’s something you can’t get from doing it with someone else- even if that someone else is an incredible stud and a god in the sack.”

            “Sirius!” Remus laughed, squeezing Sirius’ head, then snuggling close again. “Look, I know you like it. And I know everyone does it…” He knew from experience, having walked into their dormitory room to find James touching himself in bed. He had seen Peter do it in the showers several times. And he’d woken up at night more than a dozen times to hear the unmistakable sounds of grunts and gasps. “I just… I just don’t see what the big deal is.”

            A wide grin spread across Sirius’ face, and he squeezed Remus’ hand back. “Well, maybe it’s time you did.” He scooted over and sat up, looking down at Remus, stretched out on the bed. “Remus Lupin, I hearby resolve not to have sex with you for a whole month.”

            Remus coughed in surprise. “Excuse me?” Sirius was a jokester. This had to be a joke. Sirius would never refuse him sex.

            “Furthermore,” Sirius said, thinking he sounded regal and official, “I am requiring you to toss off every single day.”

            Remus’ eyes were wide with something between shock and horror. His mind processed it slowly, and he was still reeling from the fact that Sirius was withholding sex from him.

            “And, after a month, I want you to tell me exactly what you think about wanking. And, remember, I know when you’re lying to me, Moony.” He leaned over and pressed his lips lightly upon Remus’. Remus seemed hesitant to kiss back but his lips slowly parted and Sirius moved in with a stronger kiss. Sirius’ heavy tongue lapped at Remus’, scraping against teeth and touching the roof of his mouth. Sirius’ hand cupped Remus’ cheek and thumb stroked absentmindedly. When he pulled back, Remus exhaled deeply, eyes closed to enjoy the kiss properly.

            Then he felt the bed shake and opened his eyes immediately, just in time to see the curtains swinging closed around the four-poster bed. Remus gave a deep sigh of frustration. He’d mentioned masturbation in passing. He’d mentioned it in comparison to the amazing things Sirius’ teeth had been doing to his nipples. He’d mentioned it at the height of foreplay. He could not possibly be held to something he’d said then and like that. “Sirius?” he called.

            Silence rang in his ears.

            “Sirius? Oh come on!”

            Still no reply. Remus sat up, panic sweeping over him.

            “Padfoot?!”

            Nothing.

            Remus flopped back on the bed, feeling utterly alone and dreading the month which lay ahead.