Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 21
Author: Kate of Kintail
Fandom: Harry Potter, Marauders Era
Rating: R
Pairing: Sirius/Remus overall, other m/m
Disclaimer: JRK’s characters and I get nothing
Warnings/Kinks: wanking, voyeurism
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: 1,786
Part 21
Remus never spent much time in the closet, literally or metaphorically. Tonight, however, he seemed to be making up for that fact.
Hogwarts Prefects were not precisely required to serve as tutors to the younger students of their houses, but it was strongly encouraged. In practice, nearly all of them held study sessions when they could fit it in, mainly because academic achievement earned for house points and the race was neck-and-neck at the moment. The Gryffindors had a Quidditch Cup win to fall back on, but that certainly didn’t mean they would stop trying. As Remus and the other Marauders were the source of most of the points being taken away from Gryffindor over the course of the year, Remus considered it his duty to help out his fellow students when he could.
Remus offered up his expertise in Defense Against the Dark Arts, his finest subject, but after tonight’s session, he was regretting his decision. They had run into a bit of a problem with the demonstration that even a few strengthened Scourgify’s could not fix. Remus was forced to go get a broom, not trusting the house elves to fix it easily and not wanting McGonagall to find them out and take off points which would defeat the whole idea of his tutoring.
However, Remus could not do much tutoring from the broom closet, where he suddenly found himself trapped. The door locked from the outside and none of the spells Remus could think of would let him out. Moreover, there was no way Remus could think of to send a message and ask for help. Sooner or later someone was bound to come looking, or one of the Marauders would use the map to track him down, he was certain. So he simply sat down in the very back, on top of a plastic bucket, and waited.
And waited.
And waited a little more.
Remus was not a closet aficionado. But he was fairly certain this was one of the largest closets he’d ever seen. It went so far back that standing at one end he could barely make out the other. He almost found it hard to believe how this closet fit into the castle at all with the layout as it was, but he supposed, were it a magic closet, it could have been charmed to go on forever.
This one was definitely the most interesting of the three closets he’d visited tonight, but the first two had not had brooms. He wanted a better look, but the slight scent of chemicals in the air worried him and he didn’t want to risk lighting his wand just to look around. The sides were lined with shelves of all sorts, holding cleaning supplies and equipment for making repairs. However, this closet also seemed to be used for storage. There were boxes piled high to the ceiling and there were spare desks with broken legs and broken box spring mattresses resting against the walls. There were old cauldrons and chipped or dented busts with expressions of shock, presumably because of his presence. There were stacks of books in need of mending, but it was too dark within to make out any of the titles, let alone the words on the pages. And there was everything from cracked sink basins to board games. Remus was admittedly bored right now, but he couldn’t very well play Scrabble by himself in the dark.
There were things, however, that could be done alone in the dark… especially some things that could very well involve a broom. In truth, Remus had been rather hoping that, along with a broom, he might find somewhere he could be alone with himself for a little while. At least for as long as it took to do what needed to be done. Remus was actually feeling a little bored with his dormitory room. He enjoyed the comfort, convenience and familiarity of his bed, but he was in the mood for something different. And this, by his standards, was indeed different.
Remus gripped the broom handle tightly, then he ran his hand up and down, feeling the smooth, hard wood just like that in his pants. His hand gripped the shaft so tightly his hand shook. His other one shook a little as he stuffed it under his robes and down his trousers. It was certainly possible that he could be found at any minute. But it had already been a whole score of minutes, probably thirty of them if only he could see his pocket watch, and no one had come yet.
Remus, however, was well on his way there. His wrist scraped against the waistband of his trousers as he swiftly moved his hand up and down. As it was getting uncomfortable, he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zipper down as far as it would go. He leaned on the broom, and lurched forward as the bristles bent under his weight. His hand slipped down the handle and his forehead rested on the top. He rubbed harder, faster, but still needed a little something in order to…
Remus blinked as brightness caught his eyes. He winced and looked away for only a second as the door flew open and two boys came in. Their lips were locked and hands were on each other’s cheeks. But it wasn’t a sultry kiss. There was no passion, and definitely no love between the two. They seemed to be fighting each other by kissing, or at least fighting for dominance. The taller of the two won, breaking away with an all-too-familiar smirk.
Remus was too shocked to think about the door until it closed behind them. And then he couldn’t imagine what he would have said. It seemed foolish to call out to them to let them know the door locked when they were in such a state and he had his hand down his pants and a throbbing erection. So he stood there, eyes readjusting to the darkness, as he watched Severus Snape and another Slytherin boy.
Snape put his hand on the boy’s head, fingers splayed and digging into the blond hair. “On your knees,” he commanded. He pushed, elbow bent but his arm straightening as the man went down.
“You’ll…” The boy fumbled with Severus’ trousers. “You’ll put in…” He tugged Snape’s pants down. “A good word…” He gripped Snape’s cock at the base. “For me?”
Even in the near darkness, Remus could see that smirk and the white eyes closing. He had a suspicion that Snape would not breathe a word about anything, no matter how good the blow job was.
And, Merlin, it looked good. Even from several meters away and around mattresses, a ladder and stacks of boxes, it looked damn good.
Snape’s long fingers weren’t just tangled in the blond hair and weren’t simply digging into the boy’s scalp. They were physically commanding the head to go back and forth at the desired, quick pace. The boy had his eyes closed and his mouth wide open. He wasn’t taking in the whole of Snape’s cock, but that which remained was covered by his hand.
Remus shouldn’t have been surprised at Snape’s length, given the proportions of other body parts, but he was taken by surprise at the fact that he found the scene before him to be incredibly erotic. Moreover, he could not believe he was wanking to such a thing, but that was precisely what he was doing. With newfound excitement, Remus stroked himself. He was careful to be quiet, clenching his teeth and pursing his lips so he would not accidentally gasp or even breathe too hard. It was Snape. He wasn’t supposed to be felling like this about Snape. Judging by what he’d witnessed at the beginning, even the boy sucking his cock wasn’t doing this solely out of pleasure.
The two Slytherins were making enough noise that he shouldn’t have worried at all. There was the sucking and heavy breathing of the one on his knees. He was grunting, as well, but they were nothing compared to Snape’s sounds of pleasure. They were like angry, hissing breaths. And when he orgasmed, it was with a stifled moan. But the pleasure could be easily seen on his face.
It was that expression that got most to Remus. He had no idea how he, himself, looked at that moment, but he knew it intimately in Sirius’ face. Snape’s was intense and fiery, as though containing something so much greater than himself. He seemed completely caught up in it but unwilling to surrender to it on some level, as well.
Remus came hard, biting the collar of his robes to keep quiet. Terrified he’d be seen, he hid himself far in the back and behind the larger contents of the closet, very thankful they were large enough. Thus, he was blind to the others’ movements for a few moments. But when he peeked back, he saw Snape looking daggers at the other boy, silently insisting he swallow it all and lick his lips afterwards. “Is that what you wanted?” asked the blond, standing and brushing himself off.
Snape nodded and pushed past him. He went for the door, and Remus winced, fearing what would happen when Snape realized they were trapped inside. And then it might only be a matter of minutes or even seconds before he and the other boy started poking around. If they did, they would inevitably find Remus hiding there. Remus watched Snape’s hand move towards the doorknob, as though in slow motion, and quickly tucked himself back into his trousers, fastening them up again.
But the knob turned in Snape’s hand and the door opened right up. He glanced back, pausing almost like he sensed Remus’ presence, then he strode out. The other Slytherin followed him right out.
Remus stood in the darkness again, breathing deeply with satisfaction. He cleaned his mess off with a spell and then pocketed his wand. With the broom still in hand, he made for the door. He listened to be sure no one was in the hallway outside, then he tried the door. He was amazed to find that it opened without any effort now, just as he wanted it to.
“Took you a while,” one of the third year Gryffindor girls said to him when he returned.
“What happened?” asked another. “Didn’t run into anything evil in there, did you? Like a boggart?”
Remus smiled, afraid anything more might somehow make what he had done evident. “No, nothing like that. It just took me a little while to find what I wanted.” Brandishing the broom, Remus began to clean this mess as well.