Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 14

Author: Kate of Kintail

Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall

Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing

Warnings/Kinks: porn of all shapes, sizes, and colors

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: 1,288

Part 14

            Sirius Black owed him. Big-time. Therefore, it was only fair for Remus to make a few requests. And Sirius, rather glad to see Remus enjoying himself, was happy to do what he could. After all, this whole month was Sirius’ idea in the first place and he couldn’t back out now.

            So when Sirius and James were at Quidditch practice and when Lily and Peter and most of the other seventh years were practicing charms in one of the empty classrooms on the second floor, Remus was excited to have the dormitory room all to himself once more. Though he knew they would be gone for at least an hour, he still locked the door behind him, just in case.

            The curtains around his bed were already closed, so he slipped in through the opening, grinning at what was there. Spread out on the bed was most of Sirius’ stash of wank magazines, the ones he never loaned out, the ones he never let leave his sight. There were copies of Playwizard, Macho and Magical, and Fantastic Fetishes and the Wizards Who Have Them. On the pillow there was a note from Sirius, surrounded by several dozen squares of mint chocolate. Remus went for the chocolate first, popping a piece into his mouth and letting it melt as he read through the note.

<blockquote>I hope you enjoy these. I want each and every one back. Just be sure you return them in the same condition I’m lending them!

Love and Happy Wanking,

Padfoot</blockquote>

            Remus chuckled, pulled off his robes, and gave a good, strong stretch. He fell onto his side and immediately unbuttoned and unzipped his corduroys. He reached down pressing his whole hand over his cock through his underpants, while picking up one of the magazines.

            He’d only looked at these sorts of magazines a few times before, with Sirius at his side. They’d joked about the absurdity of some of the sizes and the bodies, unable to believe anything was real. But for all their joking, they’d both been turned on by the images. And there was a reason Sirius bought these things in the first place, other than the articles, of course.

            Remus flipped through the first magazine, feeling more curious this time around. The men in all the pictures seemed much less amusing and far more arousing now. The bodies were practically perfect. Abs gleamed with oil, cocks were at their fullest. Beautiful, untouched skin, and hungry expressions. And however they moved in their pictures, whether stroking themselves or stretching out for Remus’ benefit, every one of them looked straight into his eyes as though reading his desires. They all wanted him.

            Remus quickly picked up another magazine, this one with as many words as pictures. And if he thought the book he’d taken out of the library had been hard to resist, this one was impossible. The centerfold was a gorgeous, dark brown-haired, brooding man. A man who, by the paragraph of description there, liked cooking, making new friends, and getting massages. He posed with one arm bent up in the air, hand on the back of his head, and his other hand gripping his cock. “Well, there’s nothing for it,” Remus whispered and took his cock in hand just as the man in the picture was. “I’d like to give you a massage.” The moment he said it, he felt a little strange. The thing was, he didn’t. He wanted Sirius.

            At least, that’s what he thought he wanted. But, as he closed his eyes and began to slowly stroke himself, he felt very sensual… but very alone. Sirius was there only in the sense that his scent was on the magazines and his note was still on the bed. Remus had innocently requested the wank mags and chocolate, another of which he popped into his mouth now. But, secretly, Remus had wanted to try wanking without using his fantasies about Sirius as a crutch.

            Remus turned the page to see a black, bald man with the largest cock he had ever seen in his life. It was cut and straight, and the man repeatedly licked his lips as he fingered himself. He enjoyed playing with his wand, watching Quidditch, and fucking under the bleachers. Remus felt a twinge of desire at the sight, but he thought that might just be the way he was touching himself. Because, as gorgeous as the man was, with his bulging muscles and come hither expression, Remus didn’t feel like getting fucked by him either. The man wasn’t real. Sirius, however, was real.

            “Let’s try another,” Remus said, grabbing another magazine. It happened to be the fetish one. Men in leather harnesses. Men in drag with noticeable erections through their dresses. Men wrapped entirely in rubber, taking cocks in their mouths. Men blindfolded and others touching him everywhere with their wands or feathers or food. Men in diapers sucking from oversized bottles. “Merlin…” he said, flipping through it. “And I thought I had some wild fantasies!” Despite the extremes, he did find himself getting turned on. There were just so many incredible possibilities of things he and Sirius could do together. Well, maybe not the diaper one… that was a little extreme, even for him.

            Slightly bored and a little more than slightly nervous, Remus reached for the bondage magazine. The pages were wrinkled and several stuck together. Instead of being repulsed, Remus smiled at this. He petted the reading material, knowing that it was one in the bunch that Sirius preferred to others. As he browsed through it, he could see why Sirius liked it. Every page had a picture of several men doing various things to each other. A gang of men spanking one with their wands. A man tied down, bound, and gagged and another standing over him with a smile on his face.

            Remus could not control his mind. It veered off to the idea of doing these things with Sirius. In each picture, he imagined himself not merely watching the action, and he imagined himself not merely there amidst the fun. He imagined he was one of the participants and Sirius was another. He could see aspects about them that reminded him of himself and of Sirius… the way they stood, that look in their eyes, the excitement overtaking their cocks.

            “This isn’t supposed to be about Sirius,” Remus tried to remind himself, but it was no use. He stumbled on a picture of a man walking his slave-dog, a man with a collar and a leash and a tail but plug. Remus stared at it, unable to think of anything other than his boyfriend. “Ohhh, that’s it,” he muttered to himself. “Can’t hold out… any longer…” His hand was moving harder and quicker than ever. His heart was racing, blood was pumping. His whole body tensed up and was overcome by his orgasm. He realized, a full second after it began, that he was not just moaning but calling out Sirius’ name. He didn’t stop himself.

            He chuckled when it was over, basking in the pleasure and in the ease of it. A few strokes and a few dirty thoughts and he was there, shooting over Sirius’ magazines. Luckily, Remus knew spells now to help with that. He popped another chocolate into his mouth and gathered up the magazines, reordering them with the more extreme ones at the bottom of the pile. He deposited them on Sirius’ bed with a note containing a simple “Thank you” not knowing what else to say. He’d enjoyed it… but wasn’t completely comfortable with the result. He wondered if he’d ever manage to get through a wank without thinking about Sirius even a little.