Bonus Fic: Incorrigible for cacklesthewitch

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Title: Incorrigible
Author: ceredwensirius
Recipient: cacklesthewitch
Rating: NC17
Highlight for Warnings: *hand job, dirty talk, rimming, intercrural sex *
Word Count: 2,435
Summary: Sirius needs to get his mind off Snape’s taunts.
Author's notes: Bonus round! Hope you like it cacklesthewitch. This is really just unrepentant smut. Thank you to whitmans_kiss for the initial beta and encouragement and brighty18 for the final beta and even more encouragement. You ladies are wonderful.



Trembling with rage, Sirius burst through the door to the downstairs loo and gripped the black marble counter. His hands were white from knuckle to distal joint on each finger as he gripped with such force the tendons on the back side of his hand strained in sharp relief under taut skin. He was far angrier with himself than he was Snape, because by now he should be past letting that cowardly Death Eater wind him up. Sirius released a hand to turn on the tap and splashed water on his face. He faced the man in the mirror and saw everything Snape had flung at him. He was useless, and, as he was having a moment of brutal honesty, just as worn out and pathetic as Snape suggested. That the bastard had thrown in taunts about Snape’s access to Harry had pushed Sirius over the edge.

A soft knock drew his eyes over to the door. “Sirius? Padfoot… can I come in?”

Sirius grumbled his assent, dropping his gaze to the counter so he wouldn’t have to see the disappointment in Remus’ eyes. He could face it later, but not this minute. The door opened slowly, quietly, and then closed. A whispered spell from Remus clicked the lock into place. Sirius felt Remus move behind him, felt warm breath against his neck as Remus released a weary sigh.

“You’re going to have to get this under control. I know you know that, but Harry will be here in just a few days. He needs you to be as strong as you can manage. He’s facing a lot of pressure from the Ministry.”

Sirius splashed some more water over his face to avoid having to answer right away.

“This is exactly what Severus wants, Sirius. He wants to have you so ready to snap once Harry is here he can prove everything he’s said about you and James is correct. That’s not what Harry needs.”

“I know!” snapped Sirius. He grabbed a towel neatly rolled in a small basket placed on the marble and dried his face. “I know,” he said again, softer, defeated, finally braving the hazel eyes watching him intently in the mirror.

“We need to find a way to have you more relaxed before meetings,” said Remus thoughtfully. Sirius watched as those eyes turned from considering to moderately mischievous. “Though I dare say you need to be more relaxed before facing Molly again; she’s sure to give you an earful.”

“Have anything in mind?”

Remus leaned in and kissed the nape of Sirius’ neck. “I do, actually,” he murmured against Sirius’ skin. Sirius could feel the ice-hard tension begin to melt away, felt his body warm at the thought, the touch. Remus had a way of bringing life back into his weary bones and tired muscles, he could make his blood run faster, hotter, with the slightest contact, with only the caress of warm breath on his skin.

A hand, warm, calloused, and familiar, slipped under his jumper, gliding up Sirius’ chest, a nail catching the soft flesh of a nipple. Sirius took in a breath, and then took in the bright glimmer in Remus’ eye, a playful sparkle glinting in the low light.

“Why you always get pinned as the responsible one, I’ll never understand.” Sirius pressed back against Remus, encouraging his interest in this interchange.

Remus sunk his teeth gently into Sirius’ neck, the smile unmistakable against smooth skin, biting, then sucking. “Because unlike some, I can actually lie with credibility.” Thumb and forefinger pressed the nipple, pinching and pulling, still only toying with Sirius.

The last of Sirius’ cold fury dissolved under the heat thudding through his veins. His pulse made double time, the slow seduction shaping anticipation into need. All that was left in the wake of his anger was the need to have a pretense of control over… something, anything at this point.

“Bloody tease,” Sirius accused, though his tone lacked conviction. He turned in Remus’ embrace, then toyed with the worn leather belt, the heavy buckle, sliding the end through the catch. The heavy outline of Remus’ cock was clearly visible, sweeping Sirius’ lips up into a smug smile.

“Slut,” murmured Remus. It was no insult. His hands now caressed Sirius’ back, his small smile luminescent, pleased.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at that remark, bringing a soft blush to add to Remus’ glow. Then Sirius leaned in, brushing his lips against Remus’. He could almost forget all his losses, that he was trapped in this house, that Snape made the most of Sirius’ current disadvantages. With Remus’ lips caressing his own, Sirius neared feeling like he was seventeen again and could almost catch the sensation of innocence and youthful exploration in his hand like a child chasing fireflies. He let himself ride it, coasting on the swell of desire like it was new, letting it slowly build to a crest within.

Sirius’ hands stilled on the belt, losing himself in the moment, moaning softly as play gave way to intimacy. Their bodies were close, pressed together, their breath catching softly on arousal as it spiked. Want shone from Sirius’ eyes, his guards all dropped, discarded like dirty clothes. Remus didn’t need him to be patient, well-behaved, a role model, or anything else Sirius bloody well knew he would never be. Remus just needed him, needed the freedom as much as Sirius did.

Sirius loosened the buckle, sliding the belt free. Remus’ too-large trousers began to slide over his narrow hips. “Need to eat better,” chided Sirius, his hand slipping beneath elastic banding and into Remus’ pants.

Whatever Remus had to say in return stuttered and died on his lips. Sirius grinned, then wrapped careful fingers around hard flesh and squeezed.

“How do you want this?” he purred, shifting forward to take an earlobe gently between his teeth.

Remus huffed a soft sigh against Sirius’ cheek. It was amazing, really, that such a simple gesture could begin to unravel Remus. Sirius was always only too ready for the unraveling. It couldn’t possibly be a challenge for Remus. Sirius had the harder job by far and loved it when he nipped quietly past Remus’ walls.

“Like that, hm?” said Sirius as one who was comparing luggage.

Remus groaned low in his throat. “Posh tosser, still, even after –”

“All sorts of ways, really,” interrupted Sirius, sounding vaguely bored. He could have been reading from a text on the care and feeding of flobberworms. Sirius slowly stroked Remus’ cock. He would need lube soon. Remus sunk teeth into his own bottom lip, a low, guttural sound was muffled against his lips.

“We could press on like so,” continued Sirius. “Or,” slight pause to steady his voice, “I could suck you off. That always concludes satisfactorily.”

“You’re a devil,” moaned Remus. There was a tiny kick of petulance thrown into his voice. Sirius squeezed harder and gave consideration to Summoning the lube from the bedroom. Then he pictured Molly’s face watching the penis shaped tube banging repeatedly against the door to the loo. Bloody brilliant, that was, even if she would likely kill him over it.

“We’re not alone,” reminded Sirius. “Just outside that door is Molly searching high and low to chew your ear about what a bastard I am. Wonder what she’ll think about the sounds I’m about to get out of you?”

Remus flushed beautifully. Oh, that was an intriguing reaction. Likes the idea of getting caught, does he? The old cow would low for weeks about what a degenerate Sirius was, even going so far as to corrupt kind Professor Lupin. Ha. What a laugh.

“I think I should suck it; leaves your mouth free to say all those filthy things I love to hear.” Sirius had been steadily losing his cultured cool. If there was one thing he loved, it was breaking past Remus’ defenses. Once he let go, Remus would treat Sirius to some genuinely foul suggestions. Sirius loved Remus’ dirty mouth.

Never one to be slow on the uptake, Remus recovered a bit, looking a mite smugger than Sirius was comfortable with.

“Talked yourself into a state, have you?” said Remus as one who thought he was gaining the upper hand. Sirius contemplated using soap as lube and watching the smirk slide right off Remus’ face.

Sirius gave himself a mental kick and regrouped. “Or, I could let you fuck me,” Sirius went on, crisp and cool, having regained the careful nonchalance. “Been a fortnight since we tried that.” His face was impassive; Merlin, he loved this game. His thumb glided over the head, dragging with it the moisture welling at the tip.

“Nngh,” was all Remus could manage. If he wasn’t careful, that lip was going to bleed.

“Shame the lube is in the bedroom,” observed Sirius, perfectly blasé.

“Evil,” whimpered Remus.

“There’s always rimming to consider. I can’t remember; do you like that, Remus?” Sirius had to work very hard not to laugh. If there was one thing Remus loved, it was Sirius paying dedicated homage to Remus’ arse with his tongue.

Remus looked like he might kick Sirius in the teeth.

“By the expression on your face, I’m going to assume that is a ‘no’.” Sirius held one hand up for inspection, appearing far more concerned with the state of his short nails than he was with Remus. The other slid back down Remus’ cock, gripping tighter than it had thus far. Sirius slyly watched Remus turn colors from under his lashes. “Shame that,” said Sirius, like it was no shame at all, just an uninterested observation. “I was almost in the mood.”

“Stop taking your fight with Severus out on me,” gritted Remus. That got Sirius’ attention. This was a game they both enjoyed, but maybe he had taken it too far. Nah. “You’re a big boy,” purred Sirius, squeezing again to make a rather lewd point. Despite his agony, Remus laughed. “I think you can handle whatever I serve up,” continued Sirius.

“Then start serving,” muttered Remus.

Sirius pulled his hand out of Remus’ shorts, then pulled them down his thighs. Before Remus could ask any questions or do anything beyond whine his complaint, Sirius grabbed Remus by the hips and spun him, switching their positions in the narrow bathroom. Remus caught himself on the marble and looked in the mirror. Sirius smiled at him from behind Remus’ back, pressing his body flush.

“I think you were lying,” murmured Sirius in Remus’ ear, knowing damn well Remus had done no such thing. “I think you would love to have my tongue licking at your hole. You were always such a good liar, Remus, but you’re getting sloppy.”

Remus rolled his eyes and opened his stance, his pants and trousers sliding further down his thighs to his calves and then pooled around his shoes. “Are you just going to talk about it all night or actually do something?”

Sirius grinned, then winked at Remus in the mirror before dropping slowly to his knees. “Brace yourself,” said Sirius. He lifted his wand out of his back pocket, poking the tip between Remus cheeks. Scourgify!

“Prissy germophobe,” grunted Remus, his spine stiffening as he took in a sharp breath.

“Shut up,” said Sirius with no heat. He prised Remus open with gentle fingers, then blew across the pucker with warm breath.

“Tease,” accused Remus, voice strained.

Sirius looked around Remus to the counter. Remus was now gripping hard just as Sirius had when he first entered this room. Sirius could almost taste Remus’ control slipping away.

“Talk,” ordered Sirius. He nuzzled his face into where Remus wanted him, flicking his tongue lightly, repeatedly, against the tight ring of muscle.

“You’re a bastard,” groaned Remus. “How’s that for talking? You’re spoiled and arrogant and can’t – ”

Sirius wiggled his tongue into Remus’ hole, silencing him instantly. That was not the sort of talking Sirius had in mind. Remus reached for his own cock as Sirius had purposefully neglected to touch it. Sirius felt rather than saw the movement and batted Remus’ hand away.

“Oh, no you don’t!” warned Sirius. He was close to getting what he wanted, and Remus was not going to ruin it by bringing himself off too early.

“You’re going to pay for this,” promised Remus. “You’re going to pay tonight. I’m fucking you until you’re begging me to let you come. You’re going to promise to take down the bloody moon, and I still won’t let you come.”

There we are, thought Sirius. He reached between Remus’ legs and lifted the heavy sac, fingers stroking over the wrinkled, sparsely haired skin. As he toyed with Remus’ balls, Sirius tongue-fucked Remus with abandon, reducing him to trembling and sobbing. Remus was close, too close.

“Wet the soap,” grunted Sirius as he stood to his feet. Remus didn’t question the request, handing Sirius the dripping bar as ordered. Sirius slipped the bar between Remus thighs and slicked the flesh just behind Remus’ balls. Sirius dropped the soap to the tiles and opened his trousers enough to release his cock.

“I think that’s a promise I’ll have to hold you to.” Sirius slid his cock between Remus’ thighs. Remus closed his legs, clenching his muscles hard to provide resistance.

“Slut,” said Remus once again. It still wasn’t an insult, but he meant it this time. Sirius rocked into Remus, reaching around to take his cock in hand. Sirius stroked Remus in time to his thrusts, fast and hard, Remus bracing his body against the marble.

Sirius grunted softly as he came, still except for the shudder that ran the length of his body. Three more quick strokes and Remus followed, shooting across the marble and hitting the mirror. Sirius rested his forehead on Remus’ shoulder as they both caught their breath.

“Fuck,” murmured Sirius. “I needed that.”

A sudden hard knock at the door startled them both. “Remus? Remus, are you in there? I really must have a word with you about Sirius.”

Sirius snickered as the doorknob was rattled.

“A moment please, Molly.” Remus voice was gruff and almost pained. Sirius reached toward the counter for his wand, contemplating not cleaning them up, but enchanting the door to swing open.

“Don’t you dare.”

Sirius lifted his eyes to the mirror. He admired Remus’ personal decoration sliding down the smooth reflective surface.

“What?” he said innocently.

Remus rolled his eyes and pushed Sirius away, pulling up his pants and trousers. “Incorrigible.”

“With any luck,” whispered Sirius.

He hadn’t quite managed to put himself away before Molly incanted, “Alohamora!”

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