Title: Merry Month, Moony

Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 3

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: R?

Pairing: Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: mentions of doing very naughty things with/to a few everyday items

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: 2,110

Part 3

 Remus pinched his arm beneath the table, trying to stay awake enough to enjoy his steak and kidney pie. Desperate times called for desperate measures, to be sure. So Remus had borrowed the map and invisibility cloak very early that morning to pop over to Hogsmede and back with a few needed supplies. He’d returned just before the others woke and stuffed the bags under his bed. And, though incredibly exhausted, he was anxious to get done with dinner.

 If he’d learned one from the Marauders over the years, it was that the perfect plan took a good deal of work. And if he’d learned two things, it was that there was no better time and place to plan than during classes. Luckily, with Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy, and Transfiguration lecture, he’d had plenty of opportunity. When Sirius went to the common room after dinner to goof off with James and Peter, Remus raced upstairs to get things ready.

 Anticipation was the key to world class sex. Anticipation and a loving connection. And a little chocolate didn’t hurt, either. Remus had all the ingredients and then some. Now he just needed Sirius. It’d only been a couple of days but Remus was eager for it and Sirius had to be the same… he just didn’t realize it yet.

 With the help of a clever little charm Lily had taught him in fourth year, Remus sat back and sent a message to Sirius. The method was strictly forbidden in Hogwarts during classes, to prevent students from passing notes in class, but Remus had no reservations about using it now. He only hoped Sirius would pick a book up sooner rather than later. And he hoped Sirius was up for a bit of an adventure.

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 “After that,” James said, practically snorting with excitement, “He picked up his toupee and put it on his head just as it turned into the finest smoked salmon money can buy! And guess who had to keep a straight face while telling him!”

 Peter had his arms around his belly, doubling over in silent laughs. Sirius was practically howling with laughter. “You didn’t!”

 “Oh, not me,” James said innocently, his hand on his chest. “Lily! Cool as a cucumber and twice as nice.” He laughed again. “Of course he never suspected us. But you should have seen his eyes… looking up to try and see the fish!” James whipped his glasses off for an impression. His eyes bugged out and his mouth went round. As he looked upwards, his cheeks fell in, resembling a sort of fish-face which, below an actual fish, must have been hysterical.

 “You’re bloody exaggerating!” Sirius said, throwing a sofa cushion at James, who dodged it and threw a book at Sirius.

 It landed near the fireplace and Sirius snatched it up out of instinct, knowing Remus wasn’t around to save it. It was open to pages two-hundred and twenty-eight and two-hundred and twenty-nine, and Sirius wouldn’t have bothered reading a word of it if he hadn’t happened to glance down to see movement. It wasn’t a book with a moving picture… it was that the letters on the pages were rearranging themselves to spell out a message just for him:

<blockquote>Messr. Padfoot: Messr. Moony requests your presence in the library posthaste for help in a most delicate matter. Your wand and your sexy arse are especially desired.</blockquote>

Sirius licked his lips and chuckled. If Remus thought he wouldn’t see through this, he was sorely mistaken. All right, so Remus was more interested in sex with him than sex with himself. Could you really blame him? But Sirius had never turned down an audience with Remus and he wasn’t going to start now just because of a little arrangement. So he closed the book, which broke the spell and returned the letters to their proper places. “Mates, I have a…” How had Remus put it? “A matter to attend to right now. Catch you later.”

 The library was hopping when he arrived, but he scanned the front tables and found no sign of Remus anywhere. He poked around, checking the side tables and some of the stacks. Was he early? Remus had said to be quick about it. But Remus was nowhere to be seen. Where was the werewolf?

 And then a voice in his mind spoke up, ‘Under the letter W.’ Chuckling, he headed to the library’s good ol’ copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander and he turned to page forty-one. At once, another message formed on the page.

<blockquote>Did I say the library? Silly me. I meant the Astronomy Tower. And hurry up… it’s chilly up here without my clothes… and I wouldn’t want anyone else to stumble upon me.</blockquote>

“Oh, Remus,” Sirius sighed, but he chuckled despite himself. The image of Remus naked, alone up there, and waiting for him was something he could not resist.

 It was an image burned into his head as he climbed the long stair towards the Astronomy Tower, hoping very much that the Bloody Barren and Peeves weren’t up to their usual hauntings there. When he reached the top, however, all he found was an astronomy book lying open on a stone wall. On top of it was a lovely golden key. Sirius took the key and leaned over the book.

<blockquote>Quidditch equipment shed. You should see where I’m putting your broomstick. Better get here before I find your beater’s bat.</blockquote>

 When he reached the shed, glad he had his wand because it was locked, the place was deserted… apart from Quidditch Through the Ages. The page about fouls read, instead:

<blockquote>Greenhouse four. By the seedlings. The dirt is just everywhere. Everywhere. Hurry. I can’t wait much longer.</blockquote>

 Sirius hurried. But the book about floral aphrodisiacs, which he pocketed just in case along with a flower beside it matching the picture in the book, pointed him to the kitchens. And there a book the house elves were holding for him, along with a flask of fire whiskey, directed him to the dormitory room.

 Sirius smelled something sweet and spicy the instant he reached the room. Remus’ teasing were making him tired, but sufficiently sparking and holding his interest as well. Naughty Remus, hiding things all over the castle for him… and the end of his broomstick had felt a little warmer than the rest of it.

 The hangings around Remus’ bed were drawn shut, so he approached slowly. Even slower due to the chocolates and rose petals he found, leading from the door to the bed. Sirius picked a few pieces up, popping one in his mouth and unwrapping a second one for Remus. “Remus,” he called, and he thought he saw the curtains move. Sirius grinned. “Someone’s been a busy boy!”

 He pulled open the curtains and leapt onto what turned out to be an empty bed. Empty apart from, of course, another note. This one was on a piece of parchment and was written in Remus’ own handwriting.

<blockquote>The Prefect’s Lavatory. Last stop, I promise. So you’d better be ready!

Love, Messr. Moony

P.S.- Bring the chocolates or I’ll get out the whip</blockquote>

 Chuckling, Sirius picked up the rest of the chocolates on the way back out. The trip down was full of anticipation and curiosity… and relief at the hope that this hunt really was at its end. He had to admit, though, Remus had been able to string Sirius along this long. And Remus definitely had his blood going.

 Sirius stood at the door, realizing he didn’t know this month’s password. “Remus?” he called out, knocking on the door. “It’s… me…”

 His voice faded and eyes widened as the door opened.

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 Remus opened the door, usually not a difficult feat but this time he had on a pair of handcuffs. And that was the only thing he had on. He knew he wasn’t the most beautiful thing to look at, but he always seemed to be enough for Sirius. Hopefully he would be too much for Sirius to resist. He took a few steps back, standing in the middle of the bathroom so Sirius could see him properly. His voice echoed, “Hullo, Padfoot. Happy to see me?”

 Sirius’ eyes were immediately drawn to Remus’ crotch. With a sly smile, Sirius nodded. “Looks like you’re happy as well.” He pulled a chocolate out of his pocket and unwrapped it. He rolled the foil into a ball. Remus watched as Sirius slowly circled him, inspecting Remus thoroughly. “You have such a magnificent body,” he said with a sigh.

 Remus shook his head stubbornly. He’d chosen this bathroom for a reason: the dim golden lights made it harder to see the multitude of scars covering his body. “Only in your eyes… only to your touch.”

 “Mmm?” Sirius cocked his head, stepping closer but still walking around in a circle. “And your touch as well, I hope. That’s what this month is about, remember?” Sirius guided the chocolate towards Remus’ mouth, then pulled it back and popped it into his mouth instead.

 Remus really should have expected as much. “Ha-ha. Funny dog. Now feed me a piece,” Remus insisted.

 Sirius took another out of his pocket and circled around again. He reached his hand out and Remus’ stomach jumped with excitement, desperately wanting the feel of Sirius’ fingertips on his skin. But Sirius’ hand passed him by and, instead, launched the foil ball towards the waste bin by the sinks. Remus sighed in frustration but did not give up entirely. There was a bulge in Sirius’ trousers and something in Sirius’ soft gray eyes that told him there was still hope.

 “This was lovely tonight, Remus,” he said. He placed a chocolate in his mouth, partially, holding it between his teeth. Then he moved in for an open-mouthed kiss. The chocolate melted in their mouths, but Remus barely noticed it for intensity and pleasure of Sirius’ kiss. Lips smacked softly, Adam’s apples bobbed with swallows, heads tilted one way and then the other. But when the kiss ended, Sirius backed off, just as he had done two nights ago.

 Sirius licked his lips. “Amazing,” he whispered, his breath warm and chocolatey. Remus longed to taste him again, and not just because of the chocolate.

 “So’re you,” Remus said quickly, sensing apprehension. “Fuck me, Sirius. Anything you want- everything you want.” He teetered on the edge, not so sure he wanted to go so far as the next sentence he had in mind. But if Sirius needed convincing still, that just might do it. So he took a deep breath and dove. “I’m yours.”

 Sirius took a step back. Remus’ heart sunk. “As much as I would love to… and you know very well how much I would love to…” He gave himself a rub and sighed with pleasure. “I want you to belong to yourself, too.”

 Remus shook his head. He had hoped the hunt might be enough to make Sirius drop the subject. Just in case, however, he had an argument prepared. “But a month? Surely you can’t hold out for a whole month, Padfoot!” Lately, Sirius couldn’t even commit to a hairstyle for that long.

 Shrugging, “You know I’m always up for an adventure.” He put his hands on Remus’ hips and gave him another fond look-over. “And just think of how sweet it will be when we finally do have sex again. After all that solo practice, I bet all this will pale by comparison.”

 His goodbye kiss, to Remus’ dismay, was blown from the doorway as he headed out. Remus stood in place for a few moments, shocked at what his efforts had failed to achieve. Then he quickly remembered himself and darted back to the door. He fumbled with the doorknob for far too long, then yanked it open. “Sirius!” he called out in a whisper. Louder, “Sirius!” But Sirius was disappearing around the corner and, apparently, had not heard him. “Bollocks!” Remus said under his breath. “Sirius, you have the key!”

 Sirius was long gone as Remus sighed and slipped back into the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the tub, shaking his head. “I knew I should have put the handcuffs on him instead.”