I, Werewolf: Part 1 (con't)

[amuly]

Title: I, Werewolf: Part 1 (con't)
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 6,886/31,252
Rating: Hard R this part, NC-17 overall
Summary: Remus and Sirius have been together since third year, but as their fifth year draws to a close, still haven’t had penetrative intercourse. Remus is afraid his condition could cause complications, and the literature on the subject is contradictory or bigoted. Will Sirius and Remus ever get to shag? (Answer: Yes.)
Warnings: rimming, intercrural sex, fingering, frotting
A/N: second part of first part (blerg), here you go.

MAKE SURE YOU READ PART 1 FIRST!

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            That night, after James and Peter were snoring soundly, Sirius climbed out of his bed and into Remus’. It wasn’t that James and Peter didn’t know what was going on – they just would rather be asleep when it was. Sirius could understand the sentiment: he imagined it would be pretty difficult falling asleep when you knew your mates were buggering in a bed not three meters from your own. Or, more specifically, doing everything but buggering.

             Sirius pushed aside the curtains, slipping past them and into Remus’ bed. Remus was waiting there, looking up at him and beaming. “Hey.”

            “Hey,” Sirius greeted Remus, then leaned down and gave him a kiss. As they kissed, Remus dropped the book he had been reading to the floor – gently, of course. Remus was already shirtless, wearing just his pajama bottoms. Sirius shucked off his own pajama top quickly, followed by his bottoms. Sirius waved his wand and cast a silencing charm around them hurriedly. Didn’t need James complaining to him in the morning – again.

            “Get under the sheets,” Remus giggled, holding up the sheets for Sirius as best he could with Sirius still atop them. “You don’t want James to catch sight of your arse hanging out.” For added emphasis, Remus slapped Sirius on the arse as he crawled under the covers.

            Sirius twitched, cock hardening with the slap. “Eh, it’d be good for him: show James what a real arse looks like.”

            With Sirius now successfully ensconced beneath the covers, Remus pulled him flush to his body, growl rising from his throat. “No thanks. Don’t want him to get any ideas, try and steal you away from me.”

            Sirius groaned, hips moving against Remus’ still cloth-clad ones. “My arse…has that…affect…fuck, get your kit off, will you?”

            Fumbling fingers scraped at too-thin hips as both boys yanked and tore at Remus’ bottoms. Sirius pulled Remus in for a sloppy kiss as flesh met flesh and the two boys rutted against each other, arousals becoming quickly unbearable. “I need to…” Sirius groaned, trying to focus through a haze of arousal and lust. Fuck, Remus felt so good, hot erection throbbing and sliding against his. His pubic hair was sticky with mixed precome, and Remus’ fingers were digging into his arse. Finally he managed to pull away. “Wait, wait, please…”

            Remus groaned, and it was a moment before the boys could still their hips, finally pushing away from each other until there was a half-meter between them. “What?”

            Merlin, but Sirius did love to see Remus like this. Eyes wide and pupils lust-blown, hair a tangled, sweaty mess, lips red and kiss-swollen. It took all of Sirius’ self-control to not press himself to Remus and finish up right then and there. “I…” he swallowed, breathing in gulps of air. “I want to…thank you for my gift. Properly.”

            Remus arched an eyebrow, waiting for Sirius to tell him what to do. Sirius pulled Remus into him and kissed him again, until a mumbled, “Remus, roll over,” fell from his lips.

            Immediately, Remus’ whole body stiffened, and he stopped kissing Sirius. “Sirius…”

            Sirius pulled back from Remus, frowning down at him. “Remus, I’m not going to…”

            Remus shifted, looking embarrassed. “I know. But…can’t you just, do whatever you’re going to from the front?”

            For a moment Sirius didn’t say anything. His brain was having trouble processing exactly what it was Remus was saying. “Wait…do you think I’d…I’d pull something over on you?!”

            Remus’ eyes widened. Serves him right, thinking Sirius would do that. “No! No! I just think…in the heat of the moment…”

            Well, that just…Sirius rolled off of Remus, ignoring both of their aching erections. “I think I’ll have a wank in the shower, Remus. But please don’t walk up behind me: I’m afraid you might just shove it in.”

            “Sirius!” But Sirius was already climbing off the end of the bed, fully intent on running off to the shower. At the last moment Remus grabbed him, pulling him back onto the bed as he disturbed the curtain. “Sirius, sit down! First of all, James would probably be traumatized if you walked through the room like…” he stared pointedly at Sirius’ erection, “like that. Listen, I’m sorry,” Remus cupped Sirius’ face in his hands, staring into his eyes.

            Sirius sighed, staring back. “Fine, fine. I mean, I know you don’t want to, and you know I want to, but that doesn’t mean…”

            “I know, Sirius. I trust you. Sorry.” Remus darted forward and pecked at Sirius’ lips. Sirius grinned at the gesture: so chaste, compared to what they had just been doing. He moved to deepen it quickly, thrusting his tongue into Remus’ mouth and shoving him back onto the bed. Remus laughed into Sirius’ mouth, but that quickly turned to groaning as Sirius slipped a hand between them and fisted their arousals together. “You still want me to roll over?”

            Sirius pulled back, nodding solemnly. “Please. And I promise…”

            Remus nodded. “I know, Sirius.” He reached up and pulled Sirius down for one last snog, then rolled onto his stomach.

            Sirius sighed, staring down at Remus’ back. There were so many scars – so much pain. He just wanted to erase all of that pain from Remus’ life, forever.

            Sucking on his index finger, Sirius’ slipped it between Remus’ cheeks and pressed gently at his entrance. “That’s my finger.”

            Face pressed to the pillow, Remus nodded. He canted his hips upward, in invitation.

            Sirius took a breath. He hadn’t told Remus his real motivation for getting him to turn over. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to do it himself. But that muggle rag had promised him that it felt amazing, and that his boyfriend would thank him for it afterward. Sirius was taking a chance, trusting the magazine’s advice, but it had made suggestions to him that had worked before, so he thought he’d give this a go, too.

            “Alright, Remus. I’m going to try something different. But I won’t…”

            Remus nodded, still facedown. “Go ahead. I trust you.”

            Taking one more breath, Sirius leaned down. Gently he pulled apart Remus’ cheeks with his hands. He waited there a moment, staring at the small, furled entranceway in front of him. Squeezing his eyes shut, he stuck out his tongue, and licked…there…

            “Sirius!”

            Remus jumped a meter into the air, giving Sirius a face-full of Remus arse before he pulled away. “It was my tongue! Just my tongue!”

            “Padfoot!” James’ voice barely reached them above the silencing charm, but it managed. With a worried look between himself and Remus, Sirius lifted the charm.

            “James?”

            “I have no fucking clue where your tongue just was that you had to reassure Moony so bloody loudly that it was ‘just your tongue’, but I never, ever want to know! Get Remus to do your bollocksing silencing charms before I kill the both of you!”

            Sirius and Remus stared at each other, wide-eyed. Both were equally horrified that James had managed to hear Sirius’ shouted reassurances over Sirius’, apparently, poorly cast silencing spell. As Sirius shouted “Sorry, sorry Prongs! So sorry!” Remus recast the spell, a great deal better than Sirius had.

            Sirius was blushing furiously. He glanced up, only to see Remus looking as red as he felt. “Sorry. I, I heard it felt good, so I thought I’d…”

            Sirius slowly trailed off. Remus’ expression had begun to turn upward in increments as he talked, until he was sporting a goofy grin. “Well, I didn’t say it was bad.” He continued to grin. “Just a bit…shocking. You could have warned me!”

            Seeing that Remus was okay with it gave Sirius the confidence to smile back. “Sorry. Wanted it to be a surprise.”

            With an adorable little huff, Remus turned himself over and waggled his bum. “Well, you can apologize by doing that again.”

            Less hesitation slowing him down this time, Sirius parted Remus’ cheeks again. Sticking his tongue out, he licked at the entrance. Remus’ body tensed, before he let out a low moan as the muscles relaxed incrementally. “Again. Please.”

            Sirius tried again, licking at the entrance more firmly. Remus moaned louder, hips twitching backwards. The little twitch and the sounds Remus was making was enough to urge Sirius forward. He pressed his tongue forward, pushing against the muscle. There was a moment of tension, and then Remus was relaxing, and Sirius’ tongue slid inside him.

            A loud cry split the air. Sirius could hear Remus’ hands grabbing at the sheets, clenching and unclenching them for lack of anything else to do with them. He tried pushing his tongue further in, then pulling it out. Remus seemed to like that, and so he pushed his tongue back in. A long, shuddering moan spilled out of Remus’ body. Sirius pushed his tongue in and out, simulating what he so wanted to do with other parts of his body.

            Remus was canting his hips backward and forward, and it was a moment before Sirius released he was rutting against the sheets, searching for release. Bringing one hand up to wrap around Remus’ arousal, and leaving the other on his arse, kneading the flesh there, Sirius started to stroke Remus in time with his tongue’s thrusts. Doing that, it was only a matter of half a dozen strokes before Remus came, crying out before falling flat on the bed with a whimper.

             Wiping the back of a hand across his mouth, Sirius crawled up to the pillows. He settled himself down next to Remus, watching the young man next to him. His eyes were closed, breaths coming in quick little pants. He looked so beautiful like that: hair sticking to his face with sweat, golden eyelashes curled on his cheeks, cheekbones flushed with spots of red. Sirius wanted to devour Remus, to consume every part of him until nothing could separate them, until he could be with Remus every second of the day.

            It appeared to take Remus a great effort to pry his eyes open and look at Sirius. “That…that was…”

            “Good?” Sirius raised an eyebrow.

            Remus nodded. “But…it can’t…I mean, the taste…” Remus looked a bit shame-faced. “You could have told me you were going to do that. I would have…I dunno…washed more? Inside?”

            Sirius burst out laughing. He smacked his lips together. “Well, you tasted pretty clean.”

            Remus’ nose wrinkled. “Ugh. Gross.”

            “Hey, I was the one who just had his tongue-”

            “I’m aware of were your tongue was, Sirius.”

            The two boys stared each other down for a long moment, before cracking up simultaneously.

            “Do you mind if I don’t…do that…”

            One look at Remus’ expression, conveying his trepidations, and Sirius was shaking his head. “No, not if you don’t want to. I just heard it was nice, and thought maybe you’d like it.” More seriously, Sirius continued, “I won’t make you do something you don’t want to.”

            Remus’ eyes softened, losing some of their mirth. “I know, Sirius. I’m sorry.” He glanced down between them, then met Sirius’ eyes again. His eyes were dancing with mischief. “Want me to make it up to you?”

            Sirius grinned as Remus began to kiss his way down his body.


Want more? Part 2 here.