Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 5
Author: Kate of Kintail
Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sirius/Remus
Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing
Warnings/Kinks: bits of the following: oral sex, watersports, BDSM
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: 1,382
Part 5
After suffering through the embarrassment the morning before, Remus stayed resolute in his decision to abstain from masturbating. He was used to a bit of teasing from the other Marauders on various subjects; they were boys after all. His skin wasn’t really as thin as it seemed. But this was a private subject, and one he wasn’t altogether comfortable with in the first place. So refraining seemed the best way to avoid further humiliation on every level.
He hadn’t actually made a promise to Sirius that he’d masturbate, Sirius had just denied him sex and that was that. Sure Sirius was <i>expecting</i> him to wank every day, but this wasn’t about Sirius any more. It was about Remus. It was about his body, his desires. And right now he didn’t want to touch himself any more. So he made up his mind not to.
The problem was, his body had other ideas. Starting yesterday and lasting well into today, Remus Lupin had suffered from fantasies at the worst of times. They’d started with simple little desires to grab Sirius, pull him under the tables, rip his cloths off, and fuck him right then and there in the middle of a meal or a class or a busy common room. Usually a few deep breaths and thoughts about Voldemort drove an erection away.
But then the fantasies became more elaborate and harder to deny.
While in double-potions, he and Sirius managed to elude the watchful eye of Professor Slughorn and duck into the supply closet. Without a care to the ingredients which fell off the shelves as they moved about in the small space, Remus grabbed Sirius by the ends of the untied tie and pulled him down onto the floor. He hastily tugged up Sirius’ robes as he knelt in a pile of spilled pulverized batwings. He spread Sirius’ legs wide as he shoved a container of rye grass out of the way. He opened his mouth and bent over as he accidentally knocked several bottles of spider legs onto the floor. With Remus’ head down, the crash sounded louder than it really was, though it barely registered with Remus. With his jaw slack and throat relaxed, he took Sirius’ cock in, right down to the base. With a deep groan and a shudder, Sirius came in no time. He complimented Remus’ expert technique as Remus finished swallowing.
“Remus? Pass me the lacewings?” Remus took his eyes off the closet door and turned his attention to the cauldron he was sharing with Peter. Sirius was on the far side of the classroom, paired with James as usual, completely oblivious to the wonderful time Remus had just given him in his mind. With a sigh, Remus passed over the tin of lacewings.
Remus stared down at his textbook. The instructions for the assigned potion were very difficult to understand. On odd days of the week you were supposed to add one thing and on evens another. You had to count out the apple seeds three times because if you added one too many it would counter-act the thyme. You had to stir the mixture anti-clockwise after bringing it to a simmer only if it bubbled back in the first step when you added the machino powder, and who could remember that?
The words on the page blurred and for a moment, Remus thought it was just normal stress and tiredness getting to him. But then letters rearranged themselves and Remus’ stomach flipped. It was against the rules to send messages like this during class, but since when had Sirius Black cared about such rules?
Attention: Messr. Moony. This is Messr. Padfoot with an important message. I was just thinking we should sneak out to the forest in the middle of the night tonight. You know you love to see me bathed in moonlight. And then you could bathe me yourself. You could lick me all over… turn the page.
Remus quickly turned the page of his textbook but the page remained as normal, containing the instructions to make a temporary forgetfulness potion. And when Remus flipped back, today’s potion was back. Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes before continuing on with it.
He stared at the flames beneath the cauldron, feeling warmth rushing through his body. As he waited for the potion to come to a boil, he couldn’t help think of the time he and Sirius had made love in the Gryffindor common room, on the rug right in front of the fire. So warm, so romantic, so passionate. He would have been content to hold Sirius in his arms all night, but they’d had to sneak back to bed before they were found out.
“If you keep daydreaming, your potion will be botched again,” came a whisper in his ear. Remus licked his lips. He felt a hand rush down his back and cup his arse. As Remus tensed up automatically, a hand struck his rear in punishment. Another hand gripped his hair, twisting and tugging sharply. “Naughty Moony. Not supposed to like your punishment. I might just bend you over this table and take you right here and now… but that might disrupt the potion as well.” Laughing to himself, and only himself, Remus pretended to look over the directions and ingredients to see what result adding some Sirius spunk might have at this stage in the potion.
Remus was sorry to find, however, that the potion was already ruined and too far gone to be saved. It was not boiling because it was too thick. It was a sick shade of olive and brown instead of a gentle orange. The lacewings bobbed up and down in the mixture, completely separate from it. Moreover, there was no Sirius behind him who might add anything of any kind or perform any sort of punishment.
He and Peter really had done a number on their potion. Remus feared what might happen if he stayed in such close proximity to Sirius for much longer. So after Remus grew tired of trying to figure out where they’d gone wrong as they had probably gone wrong everywhere, he asked to be excused to use the loo.
As classes were still in session, the boy’s room was empty. He sighed and headed over to the urinal. After pulling up his robes and unzipping his trousers, he heard the door open and close. A familiar voice spoke the charm to lock the door and Remus grinned. “Hullo, Sirius,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “You’re right on time.”
“I was just thinking…” Sirius said, losing his clothes one-by-one on the way over to the urinals. “This masturbation thing is crazy. I mean, we’re healthy young men but who can masturbate that much, really? I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Remus slid his hand up and down his half-hard cock, grinning madly. “My Dear Padfoot, I really thought it would have taken you longer to come to your senses. But, as it stands…” He motioned for Sirius over. “I’ll let you admit your mistake and give you something so you won’t forget at the same time.”
Sirius’ naked body was a wonderful sight to behold. Smooth and unblemished, and the perfect contrast of cream and dark black. He wanted Sirius for his own, forever. And there, in the loo, Remus made certain Sirius knew he belonged to Remus. Legs intertwined. Hands on bare hips. Hungry mouths to necks and chins and ears. And a trail of hot urine washing down Sirius’ crotch and cock, thigh and leg.
“End of lesson. And for those of you whose potions turned out to be more of a curry, I want two feet on where you went wrong.”
Though Remus had been looking straight ahead, the potions classroom became real around him once more thanks to the movements. As the others gathered their things to clean up and vacate the classroom, Remus sat in his seat, his assignment book in his lap and his lap hidden by the table. “Sorry, Wormtail,” he said, straightening up what he could from his seat but not yet daring to rise until the tightness in his pants subsided . He closed his eyes, unable to think of anything other than where he’d gone wrong.