I, Werewolf: Part 3 (con't)

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Title: I, Werewolf: Part 3
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Word Count: 8,727/31,252
Rating: R
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: perineum stimulation, mentions of rimming
A/N: Long-ass Part, but the only place I could have cut this off would have made it too short, in my opinion, so here you ago. Again, split into two pieces because LJ is a bloated, fetid corpse rotting in the gutters amid the filth that is low word counts.

Previous Parts: I, II

MAKE SURE YOU READ THE FIRST HALF OF THIS POST FIRST.

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            Two days later, and Sirius was quickly outstaying his welcome with the Potter’s.

            Okay, so he wasn’t really, he was just getting on everyone’s nerves in his eagerness to see Remus again. Sirius had a feeling that James had a talk with his parents about Sirius and Remus, because they just kept rolling their eyes and shooting each other significant looks every time Sirius ran to the front door, or fidgeted at the breakfast table, or – one more memorable time – started screaming at the clock on the wall and throwing hexes at it.

            “But, it was taunting me, James.”

            James gave Sirius one of the funniest looks he had ever seen. “Okay, Padfoot. Just…um…be patient?”

            Sirius started banging his head on the kitchen table, so James picked Sirius up by his armpits and dragged him outside. “Come on,” he grumbled, “we’ll race on my brooms. I’ve got a quaffle, and we can set up goals between some trees. Come on.”

            Sirius whined and dragged his feet, but eventually James managed to manhandle him outside under the sun. It was a brilliant day for Quidditch: James was right on that account. The sun was out (for once) and a light breeze was blowing, ready to brush away any sweat that might form. Sirius hauled himself onto a proffered broom and half-heartedly played with James.

            A hundred to ten goals later, and Sirius was bored. And anxious. And ready to throw the quaffle at James’ head like a bludger if he hollered with another scored goal.

            Then, out in the distance, Sirius’ eyes picked up something. He stopped in mid-air, letting James steal the quaffle from him and score yet another goal. “Hah! Hundred and ten to ten! Your arse is mine, Black!” Sirius ignored him, squinting hard into the distance. He lifted up a hand to first brush his hair from his face, then to shield his eyes. Was that…dust? It looked like something was heading down the road to the Potter residence.

            He was off like a shot, racing his broom toward the growing disturbance on the horizon. James was shouting something behind him, but Sirius ignored him. Within a few seconds, he was close enough to make out what was causing the disturbance: it was a car. Sirius pushed his broom harder. The wind stung at his face and burned his eyes, but he ignored it. With a sudden jerk, he pulled his broom back, and suddenly he was flying backwards, keeping pace with the car on his right.

            “Remus!”

            Sirius started laughing, almost hysterically. Remus’ pale face jerked up from the window where he had been dozing, sleepy eyes blinking and looking around.

            “Remus!” Sirius knocked on the glass window, startling Mrs. Lupin in the driver’s seat. “Remus!”

            Finally Remus woke up enough to catch sight of Sirius, still flying backwards at the same speed as the car. A grin split his face, and he reached down for something. It was a moment later that Sirius realized he must have been rolling down the window, which slid down at the pace of Remus’ rotating shoulder.

            “Remus!” Sirius leaned in through the window, then stopped, hesitating. His eyes darted over to Remus’ mom in inquiry.

            Before Sirius knew what was happening, Remus’ hand had darted out and grabbed Sirius by the front of his shirt, pulling him forward and crushing their lips together. Sirius almost overbalanced, falling off his broom and onto the road. But he managed to hold on, while letting Remus snog him senseless with one of the best kisses of his life.

            With a whimper Sirius would deny until the end of his life, Sirius pulled back. “Remus, I’m…”

            “Tree!”

            Acting on instinct, Sirius veered away from the car, narrowly missing a tree that lined the dirt road. Rolling his eyes, Sirius turned around, so that he was flying the same direction as the car. He pulled alongside of the old vehicle, scowling at a grinning Remus. “Thanks,” he mock-pouted.

            Remus rolled his eyes, but before he had a chance to respond Mrs. Lupin raised her voice. “I’m guessing that’s you back there, Sirius Black?”

            Sirius blushed but nodded, answering back: “Yes, ma’am. How are you, Mrs. Lupin?”

            “Fine, dear. I expect you’ll take good care of my son while he’s here?”

            Sirius nodded vigorously, and could see Mrs. Lupin’s eyes flicker over to the side mirror to watch him. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll stay on top of him.” Remus’ sudden coughing fit alerted him to the innuendo in his words. “I…I mean…” Sirius was bright red, and it wasn’t from the sun he had gotten that day. “I mean, I’ll, I’ll watch him. Make sure he doesn’t over-exert himself. Not that I’d overexert him. Not that I’m on top. I mean…oh, bollocks.”

            But Mrs. Lupin just groaned a little in sympathetic embarrassment, then laughed. “As long as you boys are safe, I don’t need to know the details. Just try to make sure he stays in one piece for the next three weeks, okay?”

            Sirius nodded again, shooting a glance over at Remus. “Yes ma’am.” He winked, causing Remus to blush furiously. Leaning in for one last kiss from atop his broom, Sirius flicked his tongue into Remus’ mouth, then sucked on his lower lip as he pulled away. “Meet you at the house?” he murmured.

            Remus’ breath was a little heavy as he rested his forehead against Sirius’ through the window. “See you there,” he responded.

            With that, Sirius pulled away from the car and flew back to the house, pulling up beside a waiting James. “So he’s here? Finally?”

            Sirius nodded, dismounting from his broom. Sirius was of the firm opinion that dismounting a broom should be treated the same as running down a flight of stairs: less control, more throwing oneself over to gravity and hoping for the best. He stumbled and tripped, but managed to stay upright as he snatched for the broom and shoved it back at James. “Coming up the drive. Be here in a minute.”

            Sirius glanced around. “Drinks! We have to…lemonade, or something…” With that, he started to dash into the house, only to be met by two relieved Potter’s.

            “Is Remus here, then?”

            Mrs. Potter was carrying a tray of lemonade and biscuits. Sirius noted in a back corner of his mind that he loved Mrs. Potter to death, and would have to make sure he got her plenty of wonderful Christmas and birthday presents for the next several decades. Mr. Potter was carrying a tray of sandwiches to go along with the drinks, and the two spouses proceeded to set up a luncheon table on the porch.

            Finally, after what had to have been at least three full minutes, Mrs. Lupin pulled up in front of the house. Remus hopped out of the car, but stood by the door as he glanced furtively at the Potter’s. With one long look at Sirius, Remus turned away and helped his mom with his bags. Sirius growled, throwing himself off the porch and half-running, half-stumbling his way to Remus. When they met in the middle, Remus shifted uncertainly, rolling a shoulder to adjust the bag slung over it. “Hey, Siri-mmph!”

            Sirius gripped Remus’ face in both hands and snogged him soundly, doing his best to erase Remus’ uncertainty and awkwardness with his lips and tongue. A second bag that Remus had been holding in his hand fell to the ground with a thump as Remus brought his arms up and wrapped them around Sirius, pulling him closer.

            “Boys!”

            With a start, Remus jumped away from Sirius. But the source of the reprimand – Mrs. Potter – was looking more amused than reproachful. “Sirius, Remus has had a bit of traveling this morning. I’m sure he would appreciate a nice lunch before you attack him.”

            The smoldering look Remus shot Sirius told the dark-haired boy exactly what Remus wanted for lunch, but then he turned to Mrs. Potter with his “prefect face” on. “Yes, Mrs. Potter. Thank you for making lunch.” He picked his bag up from where it fell and lifted it slightly. “I think I’ll just drop my stuff off and wash up real quick before I eat.” Remus did a little gesture with his eyebrows at Sirius, encouraging him to follow him inside. Sirius understood immediately, but had to wait through a series of hugs and good-byes as Remus as his mother parted.

            Finally they were done, and Sirius was helping Remus carry his bags inside.

            “Oh, boys, let me help with that.” Mr. Potter had inserted himself between the two boys and the doorway. With three quick wand taps, Mr. Potter miniaturized all of Remus’ luggage until the three pieces could fit in the palm of his hand. “There you go, Remus. Just toss them in the second room on the left upstairs, and I’ll get them sorted out after lunch. Sirius: lunch?”

            Sirius glared daggers at Mr. Potter, but reluctantly allowed him to separate them, wandering over to the lunch table almost listlessly. Even Mrs. Potter’s delicious sandwiches and potato casserole weren’t enough to kindle a spark of enthusiasm within him for food at the moment. That is, until Remus stepped back out onto the porch. Then all of Sirius’ energy was focused on making sure that Remus ate.

            “Here, have a sandwich. No, wait, have two. They’re really good.” Sirius piled the food onto the plate on his right, simultaneously kicking the chair out with his foot and gesturing Remus to sit down. “And have some potato casserole, too.” Sirius scooped a generous amount onto Remus’ plate; it landed with a wet slap, spraying little flecks of casserole juices all over.

            Remus slid into the chair, grabbing at Sirius’ arm. “Okay, Sirius, calm down. Mum’s been making sure I eat, don’t worry.”

            “But the full…”

            Remus’ eyes widened as his neck snapped around to look at Sirius, before he shot a glance at the adult Potter’s. Before Sirius could explain, Mr. Potter spoke up. “Oh, don’t worry, Remus. James told us all about your condition.”

            Mrs. Potter nodded. “You’re a very brave young man: going to school at Hogwarts while having to deal with that every month.” She glanced over at Sirius, smile spreading across her face. “And just so you know, James also told us about you and Sirius, and we think that’s perfectly lovely, don’t we?”

            Mr. Potter’s features settled into that uncomfortable-but-trying-not-to-be expression that James sometimes wore when he caught Sirius and Remus snogging. “Right. Lovely.” He hesitated, eyes flickering between the two boys. “Just, er…no funny business. Alright?”

            James cackled wildly, pointing a finger at Sirius. “You have to control yourself around Remus!”

            Sirius flung a pickle at James, only to be sharply reprimanded by Mrs. Potter. “Sirius Black!”

            “Sorry, Mrs. Potter,” he hung his head in a proper display of submission. Under the table, his bare foot was sliding up and down over Remus’ calf. Remus made a strangled sound and dug into his casserole, though there was nothing he could do to hide the blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck and over his ears.

            “Oh, look at this. See what you’re doing, Sirius?” Mrs. Potter gestured at Remus. “You’re embarrassing poor Remus. I’m sorry, darling.” She dusted off her hands as she stood, hands on her hips. “I made some chocolate biscuits for dessert – would you like me to bring some out? James told me about your affinity for chocolate.”

            Remus spluttered and coughed, looking for all the world like he was just surprised by Mrs. Potter’s generosity. But Sirius – and his hand that was inching across Remus’ thigh – knew better. Remus shifted and subtly batted at Sirius’ hand while turning to Mrs. Potter. “That’d be great, Mrs. Potter. Thanks.” Turning back to the table, he hissed under his breath “Sirius!”

            It was with great personal reluctance that Sirius kept his hands to himself and focused on poking at his food. Mrs. Potter returned with the biscuits, and Sirius’ mood improved as he watched Remus’ face light up and eyes flutter closed as he caught sight of and ate the chocolates. Sirius actually forgot to eat for a few minutes as he watched, transfixed, as Remus savored the taste of chocolate in his mouth, sucking and licking each finger clean.

            It was James coughing that brought Sirius back to the meal’s conversation. “I said,” James glared, exasperated, at Sirius, “That Sirius and Remus over here have been doing loads of research on werewolves.”

            Both Sirius and Remus started choking on the food in their mouths, turning bright red. Sirius was the first to recover with the help of a swig of lemonade. “The…we’re just…”

            Oh, that right bastard. James was grinning smugly on the other side of the table. He shot his eyebrows up, as if daring Sirius to explain himself.

            “You know, ‘cause of Remus’ condition. Just…making sure, um…”

            “Latest research!” Remus cut in, after swallowing down an entire cup full of lemonade. He gasped, out of breath, before he continued. “For potions! They think they might have a potion in the next decade that could help werewolves keep their minds at the full. That way I wouldn’t have to be locked up, or hurt myself, or anything.”

            Sirius actually didn’t know if what Remus was saying was true or not – he had never heard of such a potion being in the works – but he went along with it, nodding his head vigorously. James snorted and went back to picking at his casserole, though the Potter’s seemed satisfied by Remus’ explanation.

            A few minutes later Mr. Potter was excusing himself, getting ready to head over to work for a half-day. Mrs. Potter was cleaning up the dishes, and even though Remus – and Sirius, after a little nudging from Remus – offered to help, she waved all three boys off, ordering them to “catch up”. Sirius was all for taking her at her word, but James dragged the both of them into his bedroom, so Sirius’ proper reunion with Remus was forestalled another few minutes.

            “So how was the moon?” James asked, settling onto the floor with his back against his bed. Sirius threw himself down on the floor, lying on his stomach, while Remus sat down more sedately next to him.

            “Fine.” Remus shrugged. “Not as good as when you guys are there, but it was okay.”

            Sirius’ eyes slid away from Remus, staring at James’ battered nightstand. “You have a new scar on your leg. And one on your arm. And pinky.”

            He felt Remus tense beside him, and waited a few seconds before he glanced over from beneath a mop of hair. Remus was running a hand over his bare arms, and tucking his pinky finger beneath his other digits. The awkward moment was interrupted by James coughing loudly. “Hey, so, you wanna play Quidditch? I was kick Sirius’ skinny arse before you showed up.”

            Sirius rolled his eyes, but Remus continued with more tact. “Actually, I was thinking Sirius and I might do some more research.” He raised an eyebrow, meeting Sirius’ eyes. “What do you think, Sirius? Research?”

            Sirius’ eyes widened, and his cock twitched against the floor. Oh. Oh. Suddenly the word “research” became one of the more erotic words in the English language for Sirius. “Research is…good,” he finally managed to get out, between dry lips.

             James fake-gagged, but swatted at them. “Fine. Go do your bloody research. I’ve gotta write Wormtail, anyway, and read this week’s Quidditch International.”

            Sirius raised an eyebrow as he scrambled to his feet. “Oh, so you’ll be doing the same thing we will.” He wrapped his hand around the air and started jerking it lewdly. “Wanking while you’re fawning over some broomsticks.”

            Sirius cackled and dodged a thrown shoe as he and Remus scampered out the door. He glanced around the hallway once they were there. “Where are you?”

            Remus gestured. “Just across the hall, there.” He pointed to a door diagonally from James’.

            “Let’s go to yours,” Sirius grabbed Remus’ hand and started dragging him across the hallway – not that he needed much encouragement. “My rooms’ next to James’, and…” he made a face.

            Remus laughed as Sirius slammed the door shut behind them.

            Immediately Sirius was on top of Remus, shoving him against the door and plundering his mouth with his tongue. “Fuck, Remus, need you now…”

            Remus nodded, fingers already yanking open their trousers, not even bothering with shirts. Twin arousals sprang free from their cloth confines, and Sirius pinned Remus to the door, grinding hard into him. Little whimpers escaped Remus’ mouth with every vicious thrust. “Ah – ah – Sir – ah-”

            Sirius growled, low in his throat, focusing on trying to pound Remus through the door. Three weeks was too long a time for him to go without his Remus, regardless of all the wanking sessions they had managed through the parchment.

            “Rem, gotta…” Sirius bit down hard on Remus’ neck as he came, hot fluid spurting out between them. Remus came not a second later with a little cry: eyes squeezed tightly shut, expression softly pained.

            Sirius panted harshly, leaning all his weight against Remus, who – Sirius suspected – was only standing upright with the help of the door at his back. “Sorry. Quick, but…”

            Remus’ breath was hot on Sirius’ ear as he shook his head. “No, no. Fine. I needed it, too.”

            Sirius finally pulled back, looking at Remus tenderly. He swept a hand through his brown hair, caressing him until letting his hand come down to cup Remus’ cheek. Remus’ eyes remained closed as he panted and slowly composed himself. Finally he turned his head and kissed the palm of Sirius’ hand before opening his eyes. “Can we continue this someplace softer?”

            Sirius grinned, stepping backwards. He laughed a little as he took in Remus’ thoroughly debauched look: trousers undone and sated cock hanging out, but shirt still buttoned; hair completely mussed and face flushed. “You look…”

            Remus rolled his eyes and tried to flatten his hair. “Like a five sickle whore?”

            Sirius grabbed Remus and pushed him backwards on the bed before straddling him. “I was going to say gorgeous.”

            Beneath him, Remus’ grumbled. “Make me sound like a girl…”

            Sirius nipped at his earlobe in reproach, earning a nice little groan from Remus. “I think I just expressed my pleasure with your definitive non-girly-ness not thirty seconds ago.”

            Remus rolled his eyes, but lay back and sighed, relaxing beneath Sirius.

            Reaching down to his side, Sirius took hold of Remus’ hand and brought it up to his mouth. He gently kissed the scar on his pinky before lapping and sucking at it, as if he were Padfoot and treating one of Moony’s wounds. Remus hummed, the sound a mixture of both displeasure and happiness. Sirius knew what it meant: Remus didn’t want Sirius to fret over his scars, but he also couldn’t help but be pleased with the attention.

            Sirius rolled Remus’ sleeve up next, repeating the procedure with the much larger scar on his forearm. Finally, Sirius sidled down low on the bed, pulling Remus’ already unfastened trousers down as he went. As the trousers fell away, they revealed the worst of the new scars: an angry red gash contoured to the shape of Remus’ calf muscle. Sirius bent his head and licked and kissed the wound, making his way slowly from top to bottom. By the time he was done he had left no piece of the new marks untouched by his lips and tongue. He glanced up, only to see Remus gazing down at him peacefully.

            Remus held his hand down, and Sirius took it, letting Remus drag him back up to his willing lips. As they kissed, Sirius felt himself growing hard again. Beneath him, Remus’ body was slower to respond, but he could feel Remus’ cock swelling slightly and gaining some turgidity. “Remus,” Sirius whispered into his lips, “fuck me. Please. I want you to…”

            Beneath him, Remus shook his head, not even bothering to push Sirius away. “You know we can’t, yet. Come here,” Remus tugged at Sirius, drawing him into his neck.

            “But Remus,” Sirius allowed himself to be pulled in and nuzzled at Remus’ neck, “we’re certain it can’t be sexually transmitted. All the sources that say anything about it agree.”

            Remus groaned, tilting his head to the side and letting Sirius have better access to his neck. Sirius attacked it vigorously, laving attention on the scars marring the pale skin with his tongue and lips. “Sirius…”

            But Sirius was ignoring Remus’ protestations. He leaned forward, pressing Remus backwards onto the bed, then covered his too-thin body with his own. Beneath him, Remus whimpered a protest, but his hips were already undulating against Sirius’, and his hands were moving along Sirius’ back.

            Sirius started to kiss a line down Remus’ neck to his chest, unbuttoning Remus’ shirt as he went. “Come on, Remus,” kiss. “You can’t transmit it except at full,” kiss. “Please…” Remus’ shirt was now completely unbuttoned, and Sirius was nuzzling and licking at the patch of darker brown hair leading him downward Remus’ hips rose to meet Sirius, as his stomach twitched and contracted under the contact.

            “But…” Remus groaned, hand flying down automatically to thread through Sirius’ silken locks as he nipped at the skin just barely above his erection. “What…about…ah-”

            Sirius slipped his mouth over Remus’ cock, twirling his tongue around the head before sucking him in deeper. He hummed in self-satisfaction at the little noises Remus made above him, and the way his hips made desperate little self-restrained thrusts into Sirius’ mouth.

            But then Remus was pushing Sirius away. Reluctantly, Sirius let Remus slide out of his mouth, but kept his grip on Remus’ hips. He raised an eyebrow at Remus in inquiry.

            Panting, flushed, and beautifully aroused, Remus bit his lip and shook his head as he stared down at a perplexed Sirius. “But, what about that other stuff? About my ‘passions overriding me’ – about me hurting you.” Tears sprang into Remus’ eyes. “I can’t hurt you, Sirius.”

            Sirius surged up Remus’ body, planting urgent little kisses on Remus’ lips. “No, Remus, you won’t. That’s ridiculous.” Sirius pulled away, holding Remus’ face cupped in his hands. “We’ve already done loads of stuff, and your passions haven’t ‘overridden’ you, or anything.”

            “But…” Remus’ teeth worried his lower lip again, until Sirius stroked a thumb over it and pulled it away. He leaned forward and sucked the abused lip into his mouth, lapping at it gently. With a moan Remus pulled away, shaking his head. “But what about if I’m on top, and the wolf thinks of it like…like some sort of alpha male thing? What if it takes over, and I hurt you?”

            Sirius’ thumbs ghosted trails over Remus’ face. “You won’t. But if you’re scared of that, then I can just be on top.”

            Remus’ face turned bright red beneath Sirius’ hands. “But…what if that hurts? I mean, you’re…thing…is pretty big. What if it doesn’t fit? What if it rips me?”

            Sirius frowned at that, brows creasing together. “Remus, I would never hurt you. Ever. Blokes have done this loads of times before us – and I doubt there weren’t any bigger than me.” He grinned at Remus, but worry still clouded amber eyes. “Remus, how could you think I’d hurt you? I…I do everything to make you feel better. I would never…” Sirius cut off, throat constricting painfully. “Do you not want me? Is that it? Because if you don’t-” Sirius dropped his hands and made to get off the bed.

            Immediately Remus’ hand shot out, stopping Sirius in his movements. “Sirius! No!” He pulled Sirius back onto his lap and thrust hard up against him. Sirius’ face tightened at the feel of Remus’ hard arousal pressing up against his, but he stayed carefully in control. “Can’t you feel how I want you?” Remus thrust up again, and Sirius had to grit his teeth to stifle a groan. “Sirius, I want this as much as you do. Why else would I be doing all this research? I just-”

            “-have to be sure,” Sirius finished for him bitterly. “I know.” He waited for a moment, staring off into space just above Remus’ head. Finally he looked back down at Remus, staring him in the eyes. “You love me?”

            “Yes, Sirius, yes. I love you.” Remus said the words almost reverently, his voice a whisper.

            “You want to have sex with me? Once we can be sure it’s safe?”

            “Yes, Sirius. Of course I do.”

            Sirius’ lips were pressed together in a thin line as he considered the boy lying beneath him. Finally he leaned back down and kissed Remus. He returned the kiss eagerly, arms and legs coming up to wrap around Sirius and pull him closer as their hips started to thrust out a rhythm. Sirius broke the kiss first, and started to make his way down Remus’ body.

            “Ah, Sirius…” Remus’ hips were moving, feet scrambling against mattress, even as he shook his head. “What are…do you think we should?”

            “Well, unless you want to actually do research.” Sirius made to get up. “Merlin, Moony. I knew you were into the books, but to turn down a perfectly good blowjob for them…”

            With a laugh Remus grabbed Sirius and shoved his head back toward his groin. “No, no Sirius. Books have nothing on you…”

            Sirius licked at the few beads of precome already forming, then glanced up at Remus with a smile. “Throwing the books out of the bed for me? Don’t worry: I won’t tell them in the morning.”

            Remus’ laughter quickly morphed into a groan as Sirius took him into his mouth. He wasted no time: gripping the base firmly in one hand, reaching down with the other to fondle Remus’ balls. As he sucked and licked at the length of Remus that he could fit in his mouth, he let his hand start to drift back toward Remus’ entrance. It was with a sudden start that Remus jerked forward, causing Sirius to gag and pull back. Remus was moaning loudly, though as soon as he noticed that Sirius had pulled back he glanced down.

            “Oh, sorry, Sirius. Where were your fingers, just then? That felt really good.”

            Sirius frowned, glancing down. “Really? I hadn’t even gone for your prostate, yet.”

            He pressed his fingers forward, rubbing firmly against the small strip of skin separating Remus’ balls from his anus. Remus moaned, hips thrusting forward again. “Oh, there, Sirius. What’s that?”

            Sirius blinked and cocked his head, looking at the area. “Dunno, Remus. It’s just the area between your sack and arse. It feels good?”

            Remus’ head was thrown to the side, brown hair fanning across the pillow. He swallowed, nodding shakily. “Yeah, Sirius. There…”

            Sirius shrugged, but decided to make the most out of this newly discovered erogenous zone. He bent his head and licked a stripe up Remus’ shaft, keeping pressure on the new spot with his fingers. Then he hooked his arms under Remus’ thighs and hauled him up, allowing his mouth access to this new strip of flesh.

            First he licked at the area. This earned him another involuntary thrust and moan from Remus. Then he bit down – gently, of course – at the area. That earned him an actual shout of pleasure from Remus. He could hear Remus’ feet sliding like crazy over the sheets: Remus always did that when he was on his back and beyond aroused. Next Sirius tried sucking on the area, as if he were trying to raise a hickey there. Remus definitely liked that, if the whimpers and soft pleas tumbling from his lips were anything to go by.

            “Sirius…Sirius, please. I have to…please…”

            Remus’ hands started to drift lower, gliding over his stomach toward his throbbing arousal. Adjusting Remus’ weight so that one of his shoulders was now supporting a thigh instead of his right hand, Sirius batted the hands away and wrapped his own around Remus’ erection. A noise like a cross between a sigh and a cry made its way from Remus’ throat, as Sirius continued to suck, nibble, and lick at his sensitive skin, while stroking him toward completion at the same time.

            With a cry Remus came, spilling hot liquid all over Sirius’ hand. He hauled himself upright, pleased with a job well done. As he waited for Remus to come back down from his high, Sirius rocked back on his heels and sucked at his come-covered fingers.

            “Oh, Sirius, please don’t do that,” Remus groaned. “Too hot…”

            Sirius grinned wickedly as he lay himself down on top of Remus. As his erection came in contact with Remus’ flushed and sex-warmed stomach, Sirius couldn’t help the way his hips thrust down involuntarily against Remus’ abdomen. Remus noticed the movement and snaked a hand down between them, stroking Sirius languidly. Sirius hummed, sucking at Remus’ neck.

            “We’ll have to see if that area has a name,” Remus muttered into Sirius’ hair. Sirius nodded distractedly. A finger prodded at Sirius’ mouth, and he sucked it in. A second finger joined the first, and he concentrated on covering them in saliva as Remus continued to stroke him. When Sirius’ thrusts onto Remus’ stomach started to take on an edge of urgency, the fingers pulled out of his mouth and traveled down his back.

            Sirius’ eyes fluttered as the first finger pressed in, and he canted his hips back onto it for a moment before thrusting back into Remus’ other hand at his front. As the second finger entered, Sirius groaned and his hips stuttered. Remus hadn’t even touched his prostate yet, but Sirius’ body knew what was coming, and it had him on the verge of orgasm with just the anticipation of it.

            “Please, Rem? Can’t hold out.”

            A soft kiss was pressed into his hair, and then Remus’ fingers were moving inside of him, thrusting in and in, searching around until… “Ah! There!” Sirius thrust back viciously onto the fingers, fucking himself on Remus’ elegant digits. Remus obligingly held his fingers in place, massaging that wonderful pleasure center inside Sirius until their stomachs were soaked with precome.

            “So good, Rem…just…almost…” Sirius grunted as he thrust backwards on the fingers, face pressed firmly against Remus’ neck and breathing in his musky scent. Remus continued to pump him, fist moving faster as Sirius felt his orgasm building. Sirius came, biting down on Remus’ neck as he thrust down onto Remus’ stomach, his boyfriend’s fingers still pressing firmly on the pleasure center inside of him.

            Sirius jerked and twitched as his orgasm moved through him, finally collapsing in a pile of limp limbs against Remus. Slender fingers traced patterns in sweat across his back as Sirius gulped oxygen. “Okay?”

            Sirius nodded against Remus’ neck, too sated to move just yet. It was Remus who finally forced him to, rolling a dozing Sirius off of him and onto the bed. “Stay?” Sirius asked questioningly. Remus nodded, throwing an arm over Sirius and curling into him.

            “You can stay. But don’t blame me when James takes the mickey tonight at dinner.”

            Sirius grumbled something nonsensical before falling into a contented sleep.


Continue on to Part IV here.

Comments

[dogsunderfoot.livejournal.com]

Whew! That was unbelievably hot!

How in the world am I supposed to go to sleep now?

Love the bit where Sirius had to explain to both James and Remus why he went to James'--and the reasons why he did.

Your boy banter is wonderful, and I love that you have everyone's parents supportive of the pups. (Well, with the exception of Sirius', that is.)

Looking forward to the next part. :)

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Glad you liked all the different bits.

And yeah, I, unlike JKR, do not feel the need to make situations even more depressing, dire, and stressful than they already are. Hence, supportive parents. :P

[purpleyedemon.livejournal.com]

It's almost 4am, so I'm too tired and incoherent for more than: Holy shit.

But yeah. ADORE this to little tiny pieces. Already dying for the next part.

*runs off to bed*

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Get some sleep!
But thanks for reading before you did :P

[purpleyedemon.livejournal.com]

Haha I couldn't just go to sleep knowing that this was here and I hadn't read it. That happens to me sometimes... lol

[liljajune]

gosh, you're so fast with posting! it has become my morning routine. while i drink my coffee XD

i really like mrs. potter, she reminds me of molly :)

and their sexual encounters just get hotter... *fans herself*

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Ah, happy to have become a part of your morning routine. Though Remus is poking me and asking me to tell you that you should really be drinking tea while you read about him shagging, rather than coffee ~.^

As for their sexual encounters: Well, we haven't even gotten to the sex yet!

[liljajune]

so sorry to disappoint remus... but tea doesn't have enough caffeine for me xD i drink tea in the evening :D

[pica-scribit.livejournal.com]

Mystical condoms! Mystical condoms! Surely they have something of the sort in a dodgy shop down the end of Diagon Alley?

Definitely enjoying this.

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Hahahaha. Ah, see that *might* work - if Remus were only concerned about the sexually transmitted aspect of the disease. But he's also got the whole "alpha wolf" problem he's worried about.

Hm? I thought about magic condoms while writing this? Why yes. Yes I did. Hahahaha.

The things HP fandom makes you think of...

[pica-scribit.livejournal.com]

I'm with Sirius on that score; if it hasn't been a problem before, it's unlikely to be one now. *looks forward to nookie scenes*

[(Anonymous)]

wow just read the whole thing, very hot sex(or not..)! love the whole werewolf sex things, and sirius getting all hyper before remus' arrival, and all the teasing about their relationship from the parents and james. I always aime that a lot. can't wait for more parts!

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Thank you! So glad you like it ^.^

[whatawaste4u.livejournal.com]

guhhhh!!!
super hot sexy times!
I love Mrs. Potter, such a nice lady. and Sirius's impatience, and James/Sirius friendship. All so good!
“Yes, James, we have. I’ve also had my tongue up his arse, you wanna hear about that?”
bahahaha. oh my god, I may have guffawed in a most unlady like way over that one.
This is great! and the regularity of the posts makes me incredibly happy :-D

[amuly.livejournal.com]

Hehehehe. Yeah, I kind of have a tendency to make James into a bit of a prat - a well meaning, loyal to his friends prat, but still a prat. B/c judging by what we know about him from the books, he kind of was. Haha

So glad you liked, and stay on the look-out for more updates!