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small_giftsTitle: Good Plans and Bad Ideas
Author/Artist:mindabbles
Recipient:red_squared
Rating: hard R/light NC-17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *just a little non-explicit oral sex*
Word count: 1,400
Summary: They really do bring out the best in each other.
Notes: Written in thanks tored_squared for saving us with a pinch hit, for her prompt "Remus + Sirius = Idiots." Thank you, dear red, for your help! I hope you enjoy the idiocy and the naked-Sirius/clothed-Remus! Any mistakes are most certainly my own.
Remus waits while Dumbledore's image clears itself. He doesn't think too hard on the fact that he almost looks forward to seeing the old boy. He has thought long and hard about the fact that he's both bracing himself for whatever state Sirius will be in and so anxious to see him, he can hardly wait.
"Sirius?" he calls, trying to whisper and shout at the same time. He wouldn't even mind that much waking Walburga—now that her shrieks have become the precursor to seeing Sirius, he finds he doesn't mind them so much. "Sirius!"
Filth, half-breed monster, defiling the home of my ancestors, Sirius' dear mum raves.
"You forgot, 'abomination and corrupter of pure bloods'," Remus says. "You do make me out to be more exciting than I am. I can't say I've corrupted anyone recently."
Remus makes his way through the hallway. He'll try the kitchen first. It's generally a good sign if Sirius is in the kitchen.
"The filth wanders my mistress' house, looking for the bad, bad boy who is her despair," Kreacher mutters when Remus enters the kitchen.
"Afternoon, Kreacher," Remus says. "Where is the master of the house, then?"
"The abomination talks to Kreacher. Kreacher doesn't want to know what they get up to in the bedroom. The bad boy waits for the monster, right next to where Master Regulus slept. Poor, poor Mistress."
"Thanks," Remus says. "Have a lovely afternoon."
Remus takes the stairs two at a time. He pushes open Sirius' door and stops.
Sirius is standing in the middle of the bed, starkers. He's pointing his wand at the ceiling. He's muttering under his breath, and for a horrifying moment, he reminds Remus a little of Kreacher.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Remus asks.
Sirius turns, his wand still in front of him. One thing that hasn't changed, he's nearly impossible to startle.
"Seducing you?" Sirius cocks his hips and flutters his eye lashes.
Remus makes a point of looking Sirius up and down. His thin, naked body, that was so different at first, has become beloved, familiar, and necessary.
"You are, are you?"
"You're smiling," Sirius says. "So it's working."
"I'm smiling because you're an idiot, but you're my idiot."
"Yes, but I'm a sexy idiot."
Remus walks to the bed. He runs his hand down Sirius' thigh. "As much as I'd love to believe that you were in here, nakedly waiting for me—what the hell were you doing?"
Sirius steps closer. He's still standing on the bed, making his cock about even with Remus' face. He buries his hands in Remus' hair. "Moony, why must you do this?"
Remus leans in and kisses Sirius' hip. "This?" he asks, his lips on Sirius' warm skin. Sirius' cock begins to swell.
"You'd rather know that I heard a niffler in the ceiling when I was taking nap than believe that I was waiting for you?" Sirius asks. He curls his hands around Remus' head.
"Hopefully, you were having a filthy dream about me before this niffler so rudely interrupted you."
Sirius laughs. It's a different laugh than Remus remembered in his dreams during those long years, but still one of the most welcome sounds. Remus cups Sirius' arse with his hands and presses his mouth to Sirius' hardening cock. His own cock presses against his flies.
"Moony," Sirius moans as Remus moves his mouth up and down Sirius' cock.
It's been a week or more since Remus has been home and Sirius comes quickly, thrusting into Remus' mouth and fisting his hands in his hair. Sirius pulls him to the bed. He kisses him fiercely, slipping one hand under Remus' shirt to flick his thumb over one nipple and then the other. He rubs Remus through his trousers, pushing him and pressing against him until Remus comes in his pants like a lovesick teenager.
"Fuck, Padfoot," Remus gasps. He gathers Sirius in his arms and lets himself sink back in the bed. "I missed you this week."
"Me, too," Sirius says. "And what were you doing while I was dusting away the evil detritus of my loving family?"
Remus tells him everything now. There will never be another secret between them.
"Dumbledore had information about a meeting—Death Eaters recruiting in Lanark."
"A lot of disgruntled purebloods in Lanark, are there?" Sirius asks. He finally unbuttons Remus' shirt and pushes it off his chest.
"I think there're more sheep." Remus unzips his trousers. He's not going to get hard yet, but he feels the anticipation of it.
"Same thing."
Remus laughs. "Bill and I went to intercept the Death Eater's on the way to the meeting in Lanark. We caught them coming out. One of them was about to Apparate and he dropped dead."
"I'm not overly fond of you being on trips with Bill."
"That's hardly the point."
"You make your point, I'll make mine," Sirius says. "Lift up." Remus plants his feet on the bed and pushes up his hips. Sirius pulls his trousers down and then his pants.
Remus settles back on the bed and wraps his arms around Sirius. "Anyway, Bill sent an anonymous owl to the Ministry to pick up the body. I was for leaving him to the wolves."
"That's why I love you," Sirius says, kissing Remus' chest.
"You're not listening. They've a charm we don't know," Remus says, finding it more and more difficult to listen to himself as Sirius smoothes his hand over Remus' increasingly naked body. "The man dropped dead, but the others managed it. I don't know the charm, but they said 'Malfoy Manor,' as if they were using a Floo."
"Hmm," Sirius says. He trails his hand down Remus' stomach to his cock. "That would make it a lot easier to get away in an ambush—one charm for one place you'd always go."
"Yeah," Remus says. He arches up into Sirius' touch, his cock already hardening.
"As I see it, there's one thing for it."
"Shut up and fuck me," Remus says.
*
Remus is pleased to find he can still get into Kingsley's office. After he and Sirius got back together, he thought Kingsley might revoke his access. The lift takes Remus and Sirius to the very bottom floor of the Ministry. The morgue is much easier to get into than Remus ever thought it would be, especially at two in the morning. I guess not many people try and break into this place.
"I'm a murderer, a prison escapee, and a fugitive. May as well add grave robber," Sirius says as he breaks the only, very simple charm, locking the door.
"He's in the morgue, not a grave," Remus says.
The room is filled with rows of small doors, seven from the floor to the ceiling. There's no way to tell where the body of the Death Eater lies and Remus realises that they will have to open a lot of these little doors before they find him.
The Death Eaters have a spell that they don't and that is not an acceptable turn of events. The only way they could see to discover what killed the man, and therefore what spell was, is to examine his body and wand.
"Nothing for it but to start opening them," Sirius says. His hands are on his hips and he scans the rows of drawers.
"Right, go on then," says Remus. He gives Sirius a little shove on the shoulder and Sirius reaches for one of the handles.
"Gentlemen," a stern voice says. Remus looks up for the source of the voice. For one second he thinks the Ministry has surveillance that's caught them. "What is this?"
"Minerva," Sirius says. "We're, um—Remus?"
"Hello, Minerva," Remus says, feeling all of fifteen. "What are you doing here?"
"Kingsley has tracking charms on his office Floo. He asked me to come."
"Sadistic bastard," Sirius says.
"What are you doing here?" She asks again. She looks at them over her square spectacles.
Remus rushes to explain. There really is a perfectly good explanation, he insists. Sirius clears his throat and Remus knows that it sounds just as absurd out loud to Sirius as it does to him.
"May I suggest, my dear fellows," Minerva says, "that if your path takes you to breaking into a morgue to desecrate a corpse, you've taken a wrong turn earlier on."
"Point taken," Remus says.
"Shall we adjourn to headquarters?" asks Minerva in precisely the same tone she used to dole out detention, with the implied, you know you were wrong.
"I think I should go to my room," Sirius says. "To think about what I've done."
"I reckon I should as well," Remus agrees.
Minerva rolls her eyes. "Sometimes I'm so pleased to see the two of you together again. Sometimes," she says and Disapparates.
Author/Artist:
mindabblesRecipient:
red_squaredRating: hard R/light NC-17
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *just a little non-explicit oral sex*
Word count: 1,400
Summary: They really do bring out the best in each other.
Notes: Written in thanks to
red_squared for saving us with a pinch hit, for her prompt "Remus + Sirius = Idiots." Thank you, dear red, for your help! I hope you enjoy the idiocy and the naked-Sirius/clothed-Remus! Any mistakes are most certainly my own. Remus waits while Dumbledore's image clears itself. He doesn't think too hard on the fact that he almost looks forward to seeing the old boy. He has thought long and hard about the fact that he's both bracing himself for whatever state Sirius will be in and so anxious to see him, he can hardly wait.
"Sirius?" he calls, trying to whisper and shout at the same time. He wouldn't even mind that much waking Walburga—now that her shrieks have become the precursor to seeing Sirius, he finds he doesn't mind them so much. "Sirius!"
Filth, half-breed monster, defiling the home of my ancestors, Sirius' dear mum raves.
"You forgot, 'abomination and corrupter of pure bloods'," Remus says. "You do make me out to be more exciting than I am. I can't say I've corrupted anyone recently."
Remus makes his way through the hallway. He'll try the kitchen first. It's generally a good sign if Sirius is in the kitchen.
"The filth wanders my mistress' house, looking for the bad, bad boy who is her despair," Kreacher mutters when Remus enters the kitchen.
"Afternoon, Kreacher," Remus says. "Where is the master of the house, then?"
"The abomination talks to Kreacher. Kreacher doesn't want to know what they get up to in the bedroom. The bad boy waits for the monster, right next to where Master Regulus slept. Poor, poor Mistress."
"Thanks," Remus says. "Have a lovely afternoon."
Remus takes the stairs two at a time. He pushes open Sirius' door and stops.
Sirius is standing in the middle of the bed, starkers. He's pointing his wand at the ceiling. He's muttering under his breath, and for a horrifying moment, he reminds Remus a little of Kreacher.
"What in the hell are you doing?" Remus asks.
Sirius turns, his wand still in front of him. One thing that hasn't changed, he's nearly impossible to startle.
"Seducing you?" Sirius cocks his hips and flutters his eye lashes.
Remus makes a point of looking Sirius up and down. His thin, naked body, that was so different at first, has become beloved, familiar, and necessary.
"You are, are you?"
"You're smiling," Sirius says. "So it's working."
"I'm smiling because you're an idiot, but you're my idiot."
"Yes, but I'm a sexy idiot."
Remus walks to the bed. He runs his hand down Sirius' thigh. "As much as I'd love to believe that you were in here, nakedly waiting for me—what the hell were you doing?"
Sirius steps closer. He's still standing on the bed, making his cock about even with Remus' face. He buries his hands in Remus' hair. "Moony, why must you do this?"
Remus leans in and kisses Sirius' hip. "This?" he asks, his lips on Sirius' warm skin. Sirius' cock begins to swell.
"You'd rather know that I heard a niffler in the ceiling when I was taking nap than believe that I was waiting for you?" Sirius asks. He curls his hands around Remus' head.
"Hopefully, you were having a filthy dream about me before this niffler so rudely interrupted you."
Sirius laughs. It's a different laugh than Remus remembered in his dreams during those long years, but still one of the most welcome sounds. Remus cups Sirius' arse with his hands and presses his mouth to Sirius' hardening cock. His own cock presses against his flies.
"Moony," Sirius moans as Remus moves his mouth up and down Sirius' cock.
It's been a week or more since Remus has been home and Sirius comes quickly, thrusting into Remus' mouth and fisting his hands in his hair. Sirius pulls him to the bed. He kisses him fiercely, slipping one hand under Remus' shirt to flick his thumb over one nipple and then the other. He rubs Remus through his trousers, pushing him and pressing against him until Remus comes in his pants like a lovesick teenager.
"Fuck, Padfoot," Remus gasps. He gathers Sirius in his arms and lets himself sink back in the bed. "I missed you this week."
"Me, too," Sirius says. "And what were you doing while I was dusting away the evil detritus of my loving family?"
Remus tells him everything now. There will never be another secret between them.
"Dumbledore had information about a meeting—Death Eaters recruiting in Lanark."
"A lot of disgruntled purebloods in Lanark, are there?" Sirius asks. He finally unbuttons Remus' shirt and pushes it off his chest.
"I think there're more sheep." Remus unzips his trousers. He's not going to get hard yet, but he feels the anticipation of it.
"Same thing."
Remus laughs. "Bill and I went to intercept the Death Eater's on the way to the meeting in Lanark. We caught them coming out. One of them was about to Apparate and he dropped dead."
"I'm not overly fond of you being on trips with Bill."
"That's hardly the point."
"You make your point, I'll make mine," Sirius says. "Lift up." Remus plants his feet on the bed and pushes up his hips. Sirius pulls his trousers down and then his pants.
Remus settles back on the bed and wraps his arms around Sirius. "Anyway, Bill sent an anonymous owl to the Ministry to pick up the body. I was for leaving him to the wolves."
"That's why I love you," Sirius says, kissing Remus' chest.
"You're not listening. They've a charm we don't know," Remus says, finding it more and more difficult to listen to himself as Sirius smoothes his hand over Remus' increasingly naked body. "The man dropped dead, but the others managed it. I don't know the charm, but they said 'Malfoy Manor,' as if they were using a Floo."
"Hmm," Sirius says. He trails his hand down Remus' stomach to his cock. "That would make it a lot easier to get away in an ambush—one charm for one place you'd always go."
"Yeah," Remus says. He arches up into Sirius' touch, his cock already hardening.
"As I see it, there's one thing for it."
"Shut up and fuck me," Remus says.
*
Remus is pleased to find he can still get into Kingsley's office. After he and Sirius got back together, he thought Kingsley might revoke his access. The lift takes Remus and Sirius to the very bottom floor of the Ministry. The morgue is much easier to get into than Remus ever thought it would be, especially at two in the morning. I guess not many people try and break into this place.
"I'm a murderer, a prison escapee, and a fugitive. May as well add grave robber," Sirius says as he breaks the only, very simple charm, locking the door.
"He's in the morgue, not a grave," Remus says.
The room is filled with rows of small doors, seven from the floor to the ceiling. There's no way to tell where the body of the Death Eater lies and Remus realises that they will have to open a lot of these little doors before they find him.
The Death Eaters have a spell that they don't and that is not an acceptable turn of events. The only way they could see to discover what killed the man, and therefore what spell was, is to examine his body and wand.
"Nothing for it but to start opening them," Sirius says. His hands are on his hips and he scans the rows of drawers.
"Right, go on then," says Remus. He gives Sirius a little shove on the shoulder and Sirius reaches for one of the handles.
"Gentlemen," a stern voice says. Remus looks up for the source of the voice. For one second he thinks the Ministry has surveillance that's caught them. "What is this?"
"Minerva," Sirius says. "We're, um—Remus?"
"Hello, Minerva," Remus says, feeling all of fifteen. "What are you doing here?"
"Kingsley has tracking charms on his office Floo. He asked me to come."
"Sadistic bastard," Sirius says.
"What are you doing here?" She asks again. She looks at them over her square spectacles.
Remus rushes to explain. There really is a perfectly good explanation, he insists. Sirius clears his throat and Remus knows that it sounds just as absurd out loud to Sirius as it does to him.
"May I suggest, my dear fellows," Minerva says, "that if your path takes you to breaking into a morgue to desecrate a corpse, you've taken a wrong turn earlier on."
"Point taken," Remus says.
"Shall we adjourn to headquarters?" asks Minerva in precisely the same tone she used to dole out detention, with the implied, you know you were wrong.
"I think I should go to my room," Sirius says. "To think about what I've done."
"I reckon I should as well," Remus agrees.
Minerva rolls her eyes. "Sometimes I'm so pleased to see the two of you together again. Sometimes," she says and Disapparates.
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Date: 2014-01-06 07:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-01-06 07:50 pm (UTC)Loved it, especially Minerva and the boys 8)
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Date: 2014-01-21 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-07 02:52 am (UTC)Such a wonderful glance into this time.
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Date: 2014-01-21 04:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-07 05:32 am (UTC)I really loved Remus' thoughts at the beginning. This bit, He wouldn't even mind that much waking Walburga—now that her shrieks have become the precursor to seeing Sirius, he finds he doesn't mind them so much. "Sirius!", struck me as especially true. I hadn't thought of it before, but it's very apt. And he handled her (and Kreacher) very well, too.
And I'm impressed at how natural house elf dialog felt here. You seem to have a knack for it, and I'm impressed
But the ending? Well, the ending was perfect. So very Minerva!
Really well done story, my dear.
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Date: 2014-01-21 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-07 08:48 am (UTC)I love Remus' passive-aggresive ~politeness~ to Walburga and Kreacher (*icon*), I love that Sirius is waiting for him (even if Remus doesn't
entirely deservebelieve it), and the ending, OMG the ending..."I think I should go to my room," Sirius says. "To think about what I've done."
"I reckon I should as well," Remus agrees.
I think I should also be there. To... supervise. *nods*
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2014-01-21 04:18 am (UTC)Thank YOU for the PH. xoxoxoxoxo!
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Date: 2014-01-07 09:50 pm (UTC)I adore Remus with Walburga and Kreacher; how wry he is, and how it's all okay since it means he'll be seeing Sirius.
I love that Sirius joins Remus to the ministry, and that Minerva simply reacts with one of her well-timed remarks and doesn't get all worked up about it. (I've always wondered about Sirius not being allowed to leave 12GP at all, what with all the concealment charms and everything that three teenagers managed to pull off for months on end in DH.) I imagine Remus and Sirius getting out together every now and then, in true Marauder spirit.
The sex was hot and full of joy, always a good combination.
And I love this line:
His thin, naked body, that was so different at first, has become beloved, familiar, and necessary.
Lovely work!
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Date: 2014-01-21 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-08 05:17 am (UTC)Delicious sex and wonderful fun banter. I loved this.
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