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small_giftsTitle: Making an Impression
Rating: NC-17
Beta: @nachodiablo - thank you for making this legible! <3
Summary: Sirius comes over to the Lupin household over Easter holidays
Note: Thank you for the prompt, maraudersaffair! I actually have one more fic I am working on, but when I was still at the introduction stage of that after 3.5k words, I figured for "small gifts" I've gotta write something more to the point. :) I'll make sure to ping/tag you when I'm done with the one that was meant to be your original gift.
“I’m relaxed. You’re the one fidgeting like a squirrel,” Sirius points out, and he isn’t wrong. “What’s the matter with you?”
Remus stops chewing on his lower lip. “I’ve never brought a friend home before.” He pauses, eyes darting between Sirius and the door. “Well, not a wizard friend.”
“But your father’s a wizard,” Sirius responds, eyebrows furrowed. It takes his brain a few seconds to catch up. “Oh,” he says slowly, understanding why Remus might be nervous, “Never brought home a boyfriend, you mean. It’s alright. Everybody loves me, and so will they.” He raises his eyebrows and flashes a cocky grin. His looks alone are enough to charm anyone, and he knows it.
“That’s— That’s not it,” Remus says, but his cheeks flush adorably and he’s still not looking at Sirius directly.
“It’s alright, Moony,” Sirius repeats, and knocks on the door before Remus can think of anything else to say.
Mrs. Lupin is at the door so quickly that Sirius wonders if she’d been waiting on the other side, since she couldn’t have apparated. She looks between the two of them, then smiles warmly, the way Remus does, sometimes. Now I know where he gets it from, Sirius thinks.
“Hullo boys,” she greets, then stands aside to let them in. “Go on then, in you go.”
“Hi mum,” Remus says quickly, and rushes inside, not bothering to look to see if Sirius is following him, or if his trunk is hitting anything or anybody on its way as it floats behind him.
As soon as he’s inside, Sirius turns around to face Mrs. Lupin. “Sirius Black,” he says, holding out a hand. Mrs. Lupin looks confused for a moment, and tries to shake Sirius’ hand at an awkward angle since it’s spread out, but Sirius quickly holds it and brings it towards his face. He lets his lips brush her hand ever-so-slightly, and then lets her hand go. “Pleasure to meet you. Hope, isn’t it? Or would you prefer Mrs. Lupin?”
Her eyebrows fly up, and she looks at Remus. “This is the posh one?”
“They’re all posh, ma,” Remus sighs, waving a dismissive hand, still blushing.
“Pleasure to meet you as well, Sirius,” she responds to Sirius finally, with a smile. She considers something for a moment, and Sirius makes sure to hold her gaze while she thinks. “Call me Mrs. Lupin.”
Good, Sirius thinks. He could never call Mr. Lupin “Lyall”, so it’s just as well that he doesn’t call Mrs. Lupin “Hope”.
“Thank you for letting me stay in your home, Mrs. Lupin.” He makes a show of taking a look inside. “It’s wonderful. Love the red.”
“I always liked the color,” Mrs. Lupin responds appreciatively, taking a glance towards the living room herself, where a big burgundy couch can be seen through the doorway. “Remus became fonder of it since he got into Gryffindor.”
“Best house there is at Hogwarts,” Sirius barks out before he can stop himself. It’s not very adult-like, but he can’t help the fact that he’s proud of his house. Thankfully Mrs. Lupin seems to take it well, and only giggles. Right, Sirius thinks, Play it off as a joke. Do NOT talk about Hogwarts in front of this Muggle lady.
“Can we go now, mum?” Remus asks, tapping his foot impatiently, and playing with the hem of his shirt with his right hand. “Sirius is staying in my room, right? Do I need sheets?”
“Isn’t he…” Mrs. Lupin’s voice trails off for a while before she finds the words. “Oh, right. Suppose that was James. Sorry dear, difficult to keep track sometimes. Alright then, I’ll move the sheets from the living room and maybe you can transform a bed for him upstairs. I’d been planning on giving you the couch.”
“Transfigure,” Remus corrects absent-mindedly, but his mother just rolls his eyes in response. “See you at dinner!”
~
They go into the room quickly, and Remus even gives Sirius a quick kiss after giving his closed door a quick glance. Sirius knows Remus’ parents know about his sexuality, but he supposes these things are always awkward even with normal parents. He doesn’t even want to think about how Walburga would have reacted, had she known any of this.
Sirius takes the room in while Remus busies himself with getting new sheets. It’s sparsely decorated, but it certainly feels and even smells like Remus. The bed is old, but a dark mahogany color, as is the bedside table next to it. On the little table there are three books stacked awkwardly, and a loose quill. The desk across from the bed is thin and looks like the Muggle material records are made of— plastic. Sirius’ fingers immediately twitch across his pocket where his wand is, but he knows it would be rude to transfigure it. Unless Remus asks him to.
The walls have worn wallpaper on them, but that’s not the part that interests Sirius. No, it’s the fact that they are covered in posters of bands, Muggle and wizarding. The biggest one - too big to have been sold like that, Remus must have enlarged it with a spell - is the one of the Ramones, covering most of the wall above Remus’ bed. It also has two tickets hanging from its corner.
What a night it had been, Sirius thinks. Remus, finally done with unpacking, has turned to him by now, and is watching him with a smile, as if he knows what Sirius is thinking. He usually does.
Their eyes meet, and they grin at each other, remembering the concert they’d been to last New Years. The first time they had sex, as it happened. Sirius’ trousers get tighter when he remembers how fit Remus had looked that night.
Remus had been in a white t-shirt and tight jeans that Sirius had convinced him to wear, using a picture of Dee Dee Ramone in tight, ripped jeans. Sirius hadn’t planned it, honest, but seeing Remus look that hot and enjoy himself freely - the way he so rarely did - had been difficult. After the concert, they’d gone out drinking. London had been busy with people celebrating New Years, but Sirius could only see Remus. And when Remus had leaned over to him at the pub, whispering “I want to suck you off”, well, who was Sirius to refuse? Neither of them planned for Sirius to be on his knees and losing his virginity at two in the first morning of 1978, but it’d been as good as a first time could be, Sirius reckoned. They’ve gotten much better at it since.
“Sirius?” Remus says, and his tone suggests that it isn’t the first time he’s said it.
“Er— Hey there.” Sirius notices he’s been palming his crotch a little, and quickly removes his hand, making Remus chuckle.
“I can take the poster down, if you need,” he says, the sly bastard.
“Fuck off, Lupin, I can hold off until tonight.” He pauses, and gives Remus a look. “I’m allowed at night, right? We can cast silencing and non-disturbance spells, and I don’t see why—” Remus is chuckling again, so Sirius stops talking.
“If you’re a good boy,” Remus agrees with a smile, and steps closer to Sirius, holding his jaw.
“Woof,” Sirius says with a lopsided grin, and they have another short kiss.
Before Sirius can try to convince Remus that maybe they could have a quick blowie, Mrs. Lupin’s voice comes through the door: “Remus, John’s here!”
Remus blinks a few times, looks at the door thoughtfully, then yells back “Coming, mum!”
Sirius snickers, but Remus doesn’t deign his silent joke with even an eye-roll. He then turns back to Sirius, and says “friend” before walking off.
The werewolf disappears downstairs, but Sirius takes his time. He puts the few clothes he’s brought with him into Remus’ small cabinet and gives the Ramones poster another appreciative look before walking down into the living room.
Mrs. Lupin is on the burgundy couch, facing Remus’ friend - John - and they both seem to be enjoying themselves, smiles on their faces. Remus is on an armchair close by, and Sirius sits down on the other one. As soon as he does, Remus introduces him. “Here’s Sirius Black. He goes to the boarding school with me, and is spending Easter here. Sirius, this is Johnathan.”
The blond flashes Sirius a big grin, and nods. “Pleasure, Sirius.” As soon as he does, Mrs. Lupin giggles, and John gives her a wink. He turns back to Sirius. “Remus has told me a lot of good things about you lot. Didn’t you spend the winter holidays in London? Sounded brilliant, the way Remus here tells it.” By now John’s stopped looking at Sirius, and is looking at Remus fondly.
“Mmm,” Sirius hums noncommittally. There’s something off about this bloke. Doesn’t seem the type to be friends with Remus. Every time Remus told them about his summers in Muggle Wales, it always sounded full of reading and camping. Nothing about cocky blokes that look like they wouldn’t be caught dead with a book, and might be daydreaming about a drunk Remus in London. What else would that smile be for?
“How’s your tad been?” Remus asks John, and they start talking about the Muggle blond’s family, and school. Remus sounds impressed by something called an ‘A level’, although what’s impressive about ‘Acceptable’, Sirius doesn’t understand. Maybe John’s an idiot, and that’s all that could be expected of him.
Throughout the afternoon, John keeps talking to Mrs. Lupin and Remus almost equally, although Remus is the one who’s been away. Mrs. Lupin appears to adore him, all smiles when John remembers something mundane like “Weren’t you buying artichokes at the farmer’s market, Hope? How did they turn out? Not the season for them, so I was worried to be honest.” Sounds like a stalker to Sirius, but Mrs. Lupin is happy to explain in detail how she’s made a good meal out of them and isn’t John sweet to care, and remember.
Sirius’ mood gets worse as the afternoon drags on - it’s been two hours, they’ve had four cups of tea, and the bloke hasn’t left. He wants to be the one to charm Mrs. Lupin, but they’re not talking about any subject that he can contribute to. Since John’s a Muggle, Sirius can’t take over the conversation as he usually would, either. By five, he’s barely stopping himself from brooding.
Thankfully, Remus finally seems to catch on, and asks, “Having dinner with your family, right Johnathan?” despite his mother’s displeased look.
“Remus! How rude. You can stay for dinner, dear.”
“Ah, thank you Hope,” John says, getting up, “But I really must get going. Completely lost track of time in such good company.”
As he leaves, John shakes Sirius’ hand, hugs Mrs. Lupin quickly, then gives Remus a long hug, rubbing the werewolf’s back. “’Twas good seeing you. Call me if you have more time before you have to go back.” He then whispers something to Remus, making Remus chuckle, and that’s the last straw. Who does this Muggle think he is, openly hitting on Remus in front of his mother and boyfriend?
~
By the time they’re all in the kitchen again, Remus’ mother is already busying herself with the oven, tutting to herself about how she should have started roasting earlier. Sirius and Remus play Exploding Snap at the kitchen table, and chat idly.
“Prongs has already sent an owl, you know,” Sirius says.
“What? When?” Remus looks around as if the owl is arriving then.
“Got it right after the train stopped. Poor thing must have been flying alongside.”
“What’s he say?”
“The usual. Evans is the most wonderful bird on the planet, and we better bring him some Firewhiskey on our way back.”
Remus laughs, and what a wonderful sound that is. Sirius smiles goofily at him, not even flinching when a card explodes.
“I win,” Remus says with a grin, looking at Sirius instead of the table.
“I’d say so,” Sirius jokes glancing down at himself. He makes a show of dusting off the Exploding Snap ashes from his shirt.
They clean up the table, and Remus starts setting it for dinner. The plates match, but the cutlery doesn’t, which Sirius finds very odd. While he’s wondering if he should shuffle them to at least match per person, Mrs. Lupin starts talking again.
“You know, Remus,” she says carefully. Something in her tone makes Sirius immediately pay attention. If he were Padfoot, his ears would perk up. “I never understood why you and Johnathan… Don’t talk anymore.”
“What’re you talking about, mum?” Remus asks, amused. He starts leaning against the counter to look at her as they talk.
“I always thought… Johnathan’s such a sweet, sweet boy.” She bites her lower lip. Another thing he got from her mother’s side, Sirius thinks. “Is it because he’s a Muggle?”
“What? Mum are you—?” Remus looks worried. “Mum, John’s my friend—” he starts, but his mother’s snort stops him. His face is flushed red, as are his ears, in record time. He clears his throat. “Right. Well. Didn’t know that you knew.”
“Remus, I’m Muggle, not blind,” she responds softly.
“It’s not because he’s a Muggle, mum, I wouldn’t care about that,” he sighs, then his eyes dart towards Sirius, concerned. “Do we honestly need to talk about this?”
“Right. Right,” Mrs. Lupin says absentmindedly, then goes back to cooking.
Sirius is, surprisingly, speechless. He stares at the back of Mrs. Lupin’s head, mouth slightly ajar. Did she just ask Remus why he’s not with that twat? In front of me? He looks at Remus, who’s sat down again, and is fidgeting nervously, playing with a fork. That woman just asked Remus to break up with me. He frowns. Why would Mrs. Lupin dislike him so much and so quickly to suggest something like that? He hasn’t had much time to win her over yet, he knows, but that’s never been an issue before. His stomach turns.
While Sirius is lost in his own thoughts, Remus has started helping Mrs. Lupin by the stove. “Want mashed potatoes, Sirius?” he asks.
“Sure,” Sirius responds, only half-hearing him.
That idiot kissed him, didn’t he?
“I almost wish we’d stayed behind,” Remus is telling his mother, “Last Easter at Hogwarts, and all that. Feels unreal that there won’t be another spring, that I won’t go back next year.”
“Couldn’t have both you and your father gone now, could I?” Mrs. Lupin responds, but doesn’t sound offended. “It’s only six days, at any rate. Good to come home and get some good food. Fatten up.”
Remus chuckles. “There’s a lot of food at Hogwarts, ma.” He bites his bottom lip, and Sirius wonders how he ever thought Remus was secretive. Boy’s an open book. After a nervous glance at Mrs. Lupin, Remus speaks again, carefully. “But this is a good chance for you to meet Sirius, I thought. And since James wanted to stay behind with Lily…” His voice trails off.
Remus’ mother gives the werewolf a curious look, pausing her chopping for a moment. “I’m happy you’re here. Both of you,” she says softly, and gives Sirius a wink. After that, she’s back to chopping again. None of them speak again until they’re settled around the table.
~
“So, Sirius,” Mrs. Lupin starts, and Sirius immediately stands straighter, catching her eye. “What’s your favorite subject?”
Sirius’ brain fails to cooperate for a few seconds. “Subject”? This conversation has taken an unexpected turn. “Er— Transfiguration, actually,” he says, cursing himself for mumbling. He clears his throat, and starts speaking again, hoping to recover. “It’s a fascinating class, and very useful. Applicable to many things in daily life.” He pauses. What do parents like to hear, from boyfriends? “Hope to use it to decorate, soon as I get my own house.” There, that sounds good, doesn’t it?
“Oh? Your own house? Remus says you live with the Potters…?”
“I do,” Sirius confirms with a nod, “They’ve been very kind and generous to me, but now that I’m of age, it will be good to have my own. Get a proper garage, decorate the way I want to and, well, not burden them any more.”
“I’m sure they don’t see it that way, dear,” she says kindly, and smiles. “Remus tells me you two are like brothers.”
“We are brothers,” Sirius says, grinning. They really are. Suddenly, a thought occurs to Sirius. “Has Remus… Told you anything else about us?”
She giggles. “I know you’re trouble-makers dear. Don’t worry, Remus assures me that it’s harmless fun. And since James has been made Head Boy—“ She pauses, turning to Remus. “That was James, right dear?” Remus nods, mouth still full of food. “Since James is Head Boy now, I imagine Remus hasn’t been lying to me.” She nudges Remus playfully. “Too much.”
Remus rolls his eyes, then swallows. “I never lie. I’m an angel,” he says sarcastically.
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” she responds dryly, then turns to Sirius. “This one always managed to get in trouble, somehow. He’s rather quiet, compared to the other boys around here, but he always managed to get into mischief, even before he got magic.” Sirius holds back the instinct to correct her that people don’t get magic. “When he was seven he convinced one of the neighbors’ boys— Was it Johnathan? No, no, I think it was Mike. He convinced Mike to sneak out at night with him and mess up people’s gardens. They’d move flowers around, and confuse the owners. Went on for a month before we realized what was happening.”
“Wasn’t hurting anyone,” Remus said with a shrug, and served himself some more food.
“Mr. Holl was convinced he was being sent secret messages by a spy.”
“I can’t be blamed for other people’s idiocy.”
“You knew what you were doing, you little devil,” she says fondly, then giggles again. “Watch out for this one, Sirius, he’s one for mind-games, always has been.”
Don’t I know it! Very useful when pranking Slytherins.
“You’ll be happy to know, Mrs. Lupin, that your son is quite the exemplary student. Brilliant grades, professors love him, and he barely gets into any trouble, really.”
“Not compared to you, you mean,” Mrs. Lupin jokes, laughing. She’s clearly where Remus has gotten his mischievous mind from, as well.
Sirius gives her a rakish grin. “Ma’am, I set a high bar.”
She rewards him with a loud laugh.
There we go. Won her over. All she needed was a dose of Sirius Black.
“You mean a low bar, Padfoot,” Remus, the traitor, says. “Easy to be morally superior to you.”
“Don’t know what you mean, Moony,” Sirius says in mock-innocence. “Top grades, excellent Beater, and I’ve barely gotten any detentions this year. And,” he adds, for Mrs. Lupin’s benefit, “A perfect gentleman.”
At this point the monster that is Sirius’ boyfriend out-right cackles. Can’t he see that Sirius is trying to win his mother over? Why’s he making this difficult for him?
“A gentleman?” Remus says, laughing so hard at this point that his eyes are shining with unshed tears. “Oh, Padfoot. That’s a good one. Brilliant.”
Sirius huffs, pointedly not looking at Mrs. Lupin. In his peripheral vision, he can see that she’s looking at the two of them, amused, and eating away calmly. Sirius looks down at his still-full plate, and takes a bite. It’s actually not bad at all. Not that he’d expecting it to be, but still. House-elves have honed their skills for many, many years. Human cooking rarely compares. “This is delicious, Mrs. Lupin,” he says, turning to her again.
“Thank you, dear.”
“I suppose those cooking classes weren’t necessary at all. I suggest you drop out, spend more time out in the garden,” Sirius says, letting his accent slip back into its natural one, the one the other boys had made fun of, when he’d first arrived at Hogwarts. It’s a bit of a superficial way to impress someone but, hey, he’ll take a win however he can get it. He has less than a week to work with, here. And he needs to impress Mrs. Lupin and convince her that he’s a capable adult so she won’t object to Remus moving in with him.
“Oh, Remus told you about that, did he?” she asks, her eyes shining happily. “You’re kind to say that, but I’ve already learned so much in just four classes. And the garden, well… Not as interesting as learning how to make a paella!”
“I love Spain,” Sirius says, dreamily. It’s been a long time since he’s last been. “Amazing food and people.”
They fall into regular conversation and Sirius even gets a genuine laugh out of Mrs. Lupin several times before they’re done with dessert. They take the pie in the living room, with tea, and Mrs. Lupin reads the Muggle paper while the boys talk in the corner.
“Do you really not need a license?” Remus asks, surprised.
“Why would you need a license?” Sirius asks back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and takes a sip of tea while he waits for Remus to answer.
“Muggles do. So people too young or too stupid don’t drive.”
“But how would a license stop you? I could go out tomorrow and drive whatever I want, how would they know? Muggles can’t trace vehicles.” Muggles are so odd.
“No,” Remus agrees,”But they have policemen - Muggle Aurors - and if they catch you, you… Pay a fine, or go to prison, or something.”
“You go to prison for driving? What?” Sirius gasps, eyes wide.
“Er— Not really. Just… If you do something wrong while driving without a license. Hit someone, or something.”
“You don’t go to prison if you kill someone but have a license to drive? What the hell is wrong with M—” Sirius catches himself just in time. Hopefully Mrs. Lupin’s too distracted to have heard. “That sounds mad.”
“No, no, you still would, just…” Remus sighs. “You’re meant to have a license to prove that you can drive responsibly.” He pauses. “And I’m a bit worried that you’ll just… Get one and not have to be taught how to drive it.”
“I don’t need a license for a broomstick.”
“But Madam Hooch taught us. Who’s going to teach you how to drive a motorcycle?”
“I’m a quick learner,” Sirius says, winking at Remus and flashing him a grin. “I’ll learn on the job.”
“Maybe I should get a license, so at least one person’s being responsible…” Remus seems thoughtful for a little while, and Sirius is too turned on by the image of Remus in a leather jacket, riding a motorcycle, that he doesn’t notice the silence. “I’ll see what I can do,” Remus says in the end, with a nod. “More pie?”
“Always.”
~
The next few days pass in a similar way; Remus takes Sirius downtown a couple of times to buy Muggle books and walk around. Otherwise, they spend their time enjoying Mrs. Lupin’s food and lounging about. Remus manages to somehow finish two books. Sirius is convinced the werewolf doesn’t sleep. Mrs. Lupin relaxes more and more around Sirius, especially when Sirius flirts with her. He’s managed to make her blush at least once every day. Especially since he’s caught on that she’s proud of her eyes and waist, it’s been quite easy to compliment her at the right times. It’s made even easier by the fact that she has Remus’ eyes.
Everything’s going well until Mrs. Lupin decides to host a Friday dinner for some of the neighbors. The dinner itself is fine. Better than fine, actually. There’s wine and good food. Even the music’s not bad for something an adult has picked. There is only one problem. Johnathan is there. The obnoxious idiot is monopolizing not only Remus’ time, but Mrs. Lupin’s time as well. If he’s not with one, he’s with the other. There are more than a dozen people here, why can’t he leave them alone?
It takes a while, but Sirius manages to drink enough to not care about that, or the fact that he can barely talk to anyone for more than a few sentences before having to excuse himself because what do you even talk about with Muggles?
However, his relief is short-lived. Just as he’s relaxed on a chair with a glass of wine in his hand, the Welsh Twat (as he’s dubbed Johnathan) sits next to him. He gives Sirius a grin that Sirius knows way, way too well. “Condescending” is a polite way of putting it.
“And how are you doing— Grey, was it?”
“Black,” Sirius corrects, with a smile of his own. Oldest trick in the book, giving the wrong name. Fucking rookie. “Wonderful evening,” he continues, gesturing at the crowd with his glass.
“Rather,” Welsh Twat agrees. After a few beats, he speaks again, drawling his words in a fashion uncomfortably familiar to Sirius. “First time in Wales, right?”
“Yes,” Sirius says. He’s not going to give him a word more than necessary for polite conversation.
“But you’ve been friends with Remus for a long time.” It sounds like a question, but it really isn’t, so Sirius only hums in response. “And you’re graduating soon?”
“This summer,” Sirius confirms. Why is this person trying to make small-talk with him? Sirius has clearly given him signs of not liking him throughout the night. And where’s Remus disappeared to?
“I imagine Remus’ll move back here for good, then.”
Suddenly Sirius’ interest is piqued, and he tilts his head to face Welsh Twat. “Perhaps.” They’re both quiet for a moment, then Welsh Twat looks at something across the room, and Sirius follows his gaze to see Remus, carrying a tray with more food on it. Welsh Twat is smiling fondly. “Probably not, though.”
“Oh?”
“Think he might live in England. Close to the Potters’— Our friend’s—“
“I know who James is,” Welsh Twat cuts him off.
Sirius tries to keep his features relaxed, and aloof. But he pauses too long before speaking again, and the twat uses the opportunity to keep talking.
“Remus talks about all of you,” he says cryptically. “Boarding school sounds quite fun.” He looks at Sirius, expectant.
“It is.”
“Shame it’ll be over soon. Will be good to have Remus back, though.”
Sirius can’t believe it took him this long to understand what this idiot has been trying to do. He turns to Welsh Twat, eyebrows raised. “He won’t come back. He’ll stay in London, with us.”
“With you, you mean,” Welsh Twat says with an evil smile, not taking his eyes off of Remus, who is now making conversation with a neighbor Sirius hasn’t met yet.
“Yes,” Sirius hisses, feeling anger bubble up inside him. Remus will stay with him. Not come to Wales where obnoxious tits can try to steal him away. Merlin, has that been what’s been happening, every summer when Remus goes back home? Have the “reading a lot” letters all been code for flirting with Welsh Twat? Have they snogged? The image won’t leave Sirius’ eyes, and he takes two big gulps of wine to attempt drinking it away. If he’s touched Remus, I swear…
“Hm,” Welsh Twat says, unbelievingly. “I reckon he’ll want to come home to his family, where he belongs.”
“He belongs with us,” Sirius says dangerously, and is glad he’s old enough to not have bursts of uncontrolled magic anymore. He doesn’t want to break Mrs. Lupin’s things.
Welsh Twat drags his eyes slowly onto Sirius’ face. “You’ve had your fun. We know you’ll move on as soon as school’s over.” Sirius is seething, and it must show on his face, because Welsh Twat holds up a hand, almost apologetically. “I’m not saying you’re a bad person. Just… Not quite what Remus needs, are you?”
“And you would know?” Sirius sneers.
“I’ve known him all his life,” Welsh Twat says simply, “As has his mother, obviously.”
“What’s Mrs. Lupin have to do with this?” Sirius frowns.
Welsh Twat grins happily, clearly thinking he’s gotten to Sirius. “Hope agrees with me. That Remus should… Come home.”
Sirius’ hand twitches over his pocket with his wand in it, and he’s about to swear when a thought occurs to him. “You’ve talked about this. About me. With Mrs. Lupin.”
“Hope and I talk,” Welsh Twat says, still smiling.
“You’ve told her I’m no good for him,” Sirius says, understanding dawning. Of course. That’s why it’d taken so long to win Mrs. Lupin over. He was starting from behind. Because of this petty moron.
“I merely retold stories Remus has been telling me.” He chuckles. “Didn’t need to do anything more, really. Surprised she let you stay over. Remus says you’re even sharing a room?”
“Look, you little weasel—” Sirius starts, getting up, but Remus is by his side just in time to stop him from reaching for his wand.
“Sirius?” Remus asks, hand holding Sirius’ arm gently.
Sirius turns to Remus, taking deep breaths through his nostrils and trying to calm down. Welsh Twat is still smiling from where he’s sitting. “’Lo Remus,” he greets Remus with a grin.
“Do they know?” Sirius asks hurriedly. Remus furrows his eyebrows, puzzled. “About you— You know…”
Remus turns the color of a tomato. “Not everyone,” he whispers looking at Welsh Twat, then the crowd.
Sirius grabs Remus by the wrist, and starts pulling him upstairs. “I forgot how to work the cabinet’s lock, and I really need my watch, can you please help?” he mutters as they pass by confused guests. Sirius spares a quick glance downstairs before they’re out of view, and is pleased to see Welsh Twat pouting.
As soon as the door is shut behind them, Sirius throws himself onto Remus, kissing him harshly. “I— What— ” Remus is mumbling, but Sirius is too busy kissing him and working on Remus’ flies to answer.
“Sirius!” Remus stops him in the end, when Sirius has his trousers by his knees. “What are you? There are people outside, I—“
Sirius kisses Remus’ jaw, working on his own jeans now. “Welsh Twat, he—” he starts, then gets distracted as he’s sucking on Remus’ neck and the werewolf lets out a moan.
“‘Welsh Twat’?” Remus asks, breathless, when he stops moaning. He chuckles as Sirius pulls his pants down. “You mean Johnathan?”
“He said— He doesn’t understand.” Sirius stops working on Remus’ shoulder, then, and looks up to face him. “You’re mine,” he declares.
Remus’ eyebrows shoot up, and he looks more amused than Sirius would have liked. “I am, am I?” he asks dryly.
“And I’m yours,” Sirius says, humming, and turns Remus around, placing his hands on the door.
“Sirius, I— Let’s at least put some charms to— Oh,” Remus tries to protest, but Sirius knows he doesn’t mean it. Remus likes risking getting caught, always has. And when Sirius starts stroking him, Remus’ cock is already fully hard.
“Mine,” Sirius repeats, and moves his hand reluctantly from Remus’ cock to get to his wand. It’s awkward, but he manages to cast the lubrication spell on his fingers without letting Remus get away.
“The bed is right there, you know—” Remus starts, but then stops when Sirius starts teasing his hole. “Oh, that— Mmm. Maybe I can be persuaded.”
“No choice anyway, love,” Sirius says into his ear, voice low and rough. He gently nudges at Remus’ hole, not entering, but spreading the lube over it, prodding it. “You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck you right here. With the guests downstairs. Johnathan, staring, knowing exactly what we’re up to. And you’ll keep your hands up there, where I’ve put them, on the door.” He squeezes Remus’ right wrist with his free hand to make his point. “And as I fuck you deep and hard, the door’s gonna rattle from our weight. They’ll watch the door vibrate and know exactly what’s happening. Who you belong to.”
“Fuck, Sirius,” Remus gasps, moving his hips.
“If you insist,” Sirius says, and pushes half of a finger in. Remus clenches and relaxes around him, then pushes back, trying to take more in. “Want more already? Gagging for it, aren’t you? For me?”
“Yes, yes, just— Please.”
“‘Please’,” Sirius repeats, mocking. It’s almost cheating, talking about getting caught, since he knows that’s one of Remus’ biggest kinks, but he doesn’t care. He loves having Remus begging for him, heaving and helpless against his own desire.
Remus pushes backwards again, and his hands slide down. Sirius slaps his ass, once, hard. “I told you to keep your hands where I put them,” he warns.
“Fuck, Sirius, I—”
“I’m getting there,” Sirius jokes with a breathless laugh, and puts a second finger in, only half-way. He twists his fingers until he—
Remus groans, low, and his right leg twitches.
There.
“Quiet, Remus, they might hear you,” Sirius whispers into Remus’ ear devilishly. “Hear how you’re begging for my cock. Don’t want them hearing that, do you?”
“Something tells me—” Remus starts, pausing to moan as Sirius starts fucking him with his fingers. “Tells me that that’s exactly what you want, Padfoot,” he finishes, breathlessly. He’s grinding backwards now, fucking himself on Sirius’ fingers.
“Mm,” Sirius agrees, then spanks Remus one more time. Awkward with his right hand, but worth it for the satisfaction it gives him when Remus gasps. “And you’ll give it to me, won’t you? Let them hear you’re mine.”
“Sure, but first let’s cast a sil—” Remus starts, but Sirius cuts him off by pushing both of his fingers all the way inside, startling Remus.
“Just be quiet, and it’ll be alright,” Sirius says, and starts kissing the back and side of Remus’ neck. “You’ll be a good boy, won’t you? Stay quiet? Be good for me? Take my cock?”
“Mm!” Remus agrees, clearly biting his lip to not be too loud. Sirius almost feels bad. Almost. He’s cast a silencing charm a while ago, but Remus doesn’t need to know that.
“So gorgeous,” Sirius whispers as he starts pushing the head of his penis into Remus, spreading his ass cheeks open with both hands. “Love watching you take me.” He pauses. “Or watching you going in. Fit so perfectly, don’t we?” He licks his lips. He needs to focus on the task at hand. “Only like this with me, aren’t you, Remus?” he asks.
“Yes, yes, you, please,” Remus mumbles, incoherent as he tries to push back while not sliding. Being a good boy. “Sirius please,” Remus keeps begging quietly.
“Tell me,” Sirius asks, stopping when he’s only halfway in. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” Remus whispers.
“Only want me?”
“Only you. Please, I—”
“Won’t let that Muggle moron touch you? Or anybody else?”
Remus’ deep breathing stops, and he twists his head to look at Sirius, suddenly looking very sober. “Sirius? Is this about Jo—”
Sirius pushes all the way in, all at once, and watches as Remus’ eyes roll over and his eyebrows furrow just a little in discomfort. “Mine,” he repeats.
Remus looks like he’s about to laugh, but instead turns around, and gasps “Yours.” He then starts thrusting backwards and they begin fucking in earnest.
It’s over quicker than Sirius would like to admit, but that’s probably a good thing, seeing as people might’ve begun wondering where they’ve been. He’d originally planned only to kiss Remus in front of Johnathan, but thankfully had been smart enough to drag him away so as to not out him to all the neighbors. Then again, disappearing into the bedroom with a handsome boy for ten minutes might be a little suspicious, too.
Once the cleansing spells are cast, and Sirius removes the silencing charm, Remus starts chuckling. Sirius looks at him, and sees that Remus is looking into the mirror, touching a bruise on his neck. “Marking your territory, Black? Merlin.” He casts a glamour charm over it, then turns to face Sirius. “Johnathan bother you that much?”
Sirius shrugs. “We should get back to the party.”
Just before they walk out, Remus holds Sirius’ hand, and smiles at him sincerely. “Love you, you know.”
Sirius’ chest tightens, and he’s seventeen, dammit, but he feels butterflies in his stomach. “Yeah,” he says, grinning back.
“Now let’s get back to the party,” Remus says, dropping Sirius’ hand after giving it a squeeze. “Can’t wait to explain this to mum. Hope you enjoy the couch tonight, don’t see how she’ll let you stay in my room after this little display.”
“Sure,” Sirius lies, “I can do that.” Of course he’ll sneak into Remus’ room the second Mrs. Lupin’s asleep.
After all, they belong together.
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Date: 2017-12-13 10:19 pm (UTC)Her eyebrows fly up, and she looks at Remus. “This is the posh one?”
“They’re all posh, ma,” Remus sighs, waving a dismissive hand, still blushing.
So good! I also liked Sirius' dirty talk :3
Thanks!!
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Date: 2017-12-13 10:22 pm (UTC)I really like Hope, for some inexplicable reason, not like we see any of her in canon. I'm happ you enjoyed the interactions.
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Date: 2017-12-13 10:20 pm (UTC)You know I love jealous!sirius and exhibitionist!Moony, so getting both in one fic is the absolute best. <3
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Date: 2017-12-14 03:17 pm (UTC)The part where he's so turned on by Remus in a white tee and jeans-classic!
I have to love how you wrote that Welsh Twat, Jonathan's the character trying to drive a wedge between Remus and Sirius which we get in a lot of stories and love to have but maybe not love them while they're trying to get in the way of our ship.
Sirius being confused by muggles is just the best!I mean he thinks of prison as Azkaban and all and the thought about legal drivers being capable of causing accidents on purpose is such a good one, never thought of it that way before!
The sex and kink was whooo, damn!Really great work with the top!Sirius, my favourite kind of Sirius,haha!
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Date: 2017-12-14 09:44 pm (UTC)And also glad that you liked Welsh Twat. It's fun to write villains!!
I mean let's be real, muggles do a lot of weird stuff! XD
Thank you for the awesome comment! <3
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Date: 2017-12-14 09:45 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment! <3 <3
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Date: 2017-12-15 03:16 am (UTC)I love how Sirius is just so...not chill.
Remus sounds impressed by something called an ‘A level’, although what’s impressive about ‘Acceptable’, Sirius doesn’t understand. Maybe John’s an idiot, and that’s all that could be expected of him.
SIRIUS REASONING IS MY FAVORITE REASONING.
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Date: 2017-12-15 07:33 am (UTC)Thank you for the comment! <3
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Date: 2017-12-15 02:14 pm (UTC)I wish the Brits in my office weren't so American-washed, then I could put in more British banter. There MUST be regional jokes Sirius and Welsh Twat could've made, I just know it.
Thank you for the lovely comment! <3
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Date: 2017-12-15 03:17 pm (UTC)Lovely job!
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Date: 2017-12-16 07:50 am (UTC)I'm so happy the background characters worked for you, it's always tough to decide personalities for those, you know? I wanted to give Hope exactly the feelings you describe - wary of Sirius, but giving him a chance for Remus. Thank you for reading it that way!
Poor Sirius, Welsh Twat definitely didn't make it easy for him to keep his cool, and that boy already has a short fuse.
Thank you so much for the lovely comment! <3 <3
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Date: 2017-12-16 07:19 am (UTC)Lovely fic!
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Date: 2017-12-16 07:51 am (UTC)Thank you! <3 <3
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Date: 2017-12-19 05:22 pm (UTC)And I loved the way Sirius chose to assert his claim on Remus. ; ) Even though Padfoot doesn't appear in this fic, he and Sirius seem to have a similar approach to staking out their turf--growl at the intruders, then mark what's yours!
Lovely ending, too.
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Date: 2017-12-19 07:56 pm (UTC)I will never, ever get over the dog-like trope for Sirius, heheheee! Yes, Sirius definitely wanted to assert his claim indeed.
Thank you for an awesome comment, made me smile! <3
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