Title: Merry Month, Moony! Part 25

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: wanking, naughty things with Quidditch equipment (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: 1,260

Part 25

            Remus stretched out on the riser, arm folded under his head. From this position, he could only see part of the action on the Quidditch pitch, but it was only a practice so he did not need to keep track of it play by play. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the keeper hovering in front of the three large hoops, which blended together and separated again until he turned his head to look at them directly. Every so often, blurs of maroon and gold whizzed into his line of sight and out again. Balls flew back and forth in drills and in play, and Remus could not always tell which.

            But he could tell when the practice was over. He sat up as he watched the players touch down on the ground. And then he got up and made his way down to the changing rooms.

            Most of the team had left by the time he arrived, but the ones still there greeted him. He told them it had been a great practice, that they were a shoe-in for the cup again this year. And then he made his way straight for Sirius.

            “You haven’t watched one of our practices for a while,” Sirius said, unlacing his boots. “To what do I owe this?”

            Remus shrugged and leaned on one of the lockers. He waved to James who was leaving, closing the door to the locker rooms behind and leaving Sirius and Remus alone with each other. “I suppose I just wanted to see you. The last few days have been a little strange and I guess I just wanted you for a little while. D’you have some time?”

            Sirius grinned, looking up at Remus. “What did you have in mind?”

            With another shrug. “I’ve been a bit of a bad boy.”

            Sirius pulled off both his boots and stood. He rocked back and forth a little, putting his hands on Remus’ hips and squaring off. “How bad can you be if you’re only wanking?” Remus looked a little embarrassed. “Haven’t been doing something with someone else, have you?”

            Well, there was Morgan… “No,” Remus said, shaking his head.

            Sirius leaned closer, his nose and cheek touching Remus’ cheek. “Not feeling shame again, after all this time and practice?”

            “Don’t think so,” replied Remus, in a whisper. “I just… need my beater.”

            “Well…” Sirius kissed the corner of Remus’ mouth. His hands slid down and grabbed Remus’ arsecheeks. “That…” Then he passionately kissed Remus, head tilted, and squeezed Remus’ arse. “That can be arranged.” He grabbed Remus by the shoulders and spun him around. Fingers madly fumbled with buttons and zippers and clothes of all sorts, until they were both starkers and shivering slightly in the cold that was the locker room.

            “You cold, Baby?” Sirius asked, not waiting for an answer as he reached down to retrieve his jersey. Remus nodded and Sirius pulled it over his head. After his arms were slipped through the sleeves, Sirius whispered into the back of Remus’ neck, “I know you don’t like wanking completely naked.”

            “Thanks,” Remus said. “I don’t mind so much, actually.” At least, not when Sirius was there. But he liked having Sirius’ uniform there around him. It was pungent, intimate, hot, and damp with sweat.

            “Now…” Sirius shoved Remus right into the wall of metal lockers. He grabbed hold of Remus’ wrist. “Touch yourself for me. And I’ll see to your punishment.”

            Remus grinned, flashing back to yesterday’s punishment, which he had enjoyed immensely. As Sirius’ beater’s bat struck his rear, he was sure he was going to like this one as well. He reached down to feel his cock. He gave it a few tugs and pinches and squeezes to help warm himself up. With another hard smack, Remus felt his cock starting to harden.

            “So tell me how naughty you’ve been,” Sirius said, sliding the smooth, flat wood against Remus’ curves.

            Shaking his head. “That’s private, Pad- ow! Padfoot.” Every whack of the bat pushed him further into the lockers. His cock hit the cool metal but his hand was warm.

            “Just one thing?” Sirius asked with another resounding smack. He tapped the bat against Remus’ back, seeing his own last name staring at him. “Come on. You brought this up in the first place. Tell me why I’m doing this.” He pulled his arm back, swung, and made contact so that Remus jumped. “One thing.”

            With a gasp, “The last few times… I wasn’t thinking about you.”

            Sirius laughed and gave him an especially hard hit. Then he pressed himself into Remus’ back and nibbled on his earlobe. He looked down, seeing Remus stroking himself with enthusiasm. “Good for you, Love.”

            “Sirius?” Remus pulled his ear free and craned his neck to look back. “Would you do something else for me?”

            “The month isn’t over yet.”

            Remus was well aware of that. And though, a few weeks ago, he might have asked for a good fucking, now it hadn’t even occurred to him. Though he did have something similar in mind. Chuckling, “I know. It’s not that. I just thought… your broomstick.” He wiggled his arse, which was flushed and sore by now.

            Sirius paused for a moment, considering what Remus was asking. Then he kissed Remus’ neck and shoulder. “Let me just get the lube.”

            Sirius used much more than necessary. And while Remus was glad for the care, he could not stand the wait. “Give it to me,” he begged, his hand speeding up with strokes.

            The tip of the handle pushed against Remus’ rear, but it stopped short of penetration. “Are you sure you deserve this?” Sirius asked. Bent down a little, he nuzzled his face into Remus’ back, giving small nips and bites through the jersey.

            Remus wasn’t precisely sure what Sirius meant, whether it meant Sirius thought of this as a punishment for being naughty or a reward for being naughty while wanking. Either way, Remus nodded and wiggled his arse again. And, whatever Sirius took the answer as, he couldn’t resist Remus’ arse.

            The end of the broomstick made its way in slowly. Remus yowled in surprise and then winced. His free hand clawed and grabbed in vain at the slick metal and his whole body tensed up instinctively. But he felt Sirius’ hand rub his back and remembered he’d asked for this in the first place. He forced himself to take a deep breath and relax. And, as he did, it slid in just far enough to hit that spot and the pleasure shot through him. “Oh God,” he muttered. “Oh Sirius… charm the Hell out of that thing and get your bat again.”

            Sirius used a simple spell to make the broom slide up and down, bristles brushing the floor on the way down and the handle pushing Remus’ prostate on the way up. Chuckling to see Remus squirming and moaning and rubbing himself into the wall, Sirius picked his beater’s bat up again. He watched Remus beating himself and ran his hand over the smooth wood. Then he smiled and hit hard at the top of Remus’ arse, where cheeks met jersey.

            Remus gasped and stopped stroking, his whole body freezing and then shaking with orgasm. Sirius, in the midst of another swing, let his arm slacken and grip loosen. He sunk to his knees and, around the broom, kissed Remus’ arse where he’d hit it. Remus moaned in pleasure, forehead against the metal, his voice echoing throughout the locker room.