Fic: Burn, written for gryffindor_j
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gryffindor_j Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Prompts: First time anal sex; silk ties; Remus's blood runs hot near the full moon.
Summary: Remus always avoids Sirius close to the full moon. One night, Sirius won't let him.
Warnings: rimming
AN: I hope you like it! I loved writing it, and I tried to get as many of your listed likes in there as possible. And a huge thanks to
brighty18 for the wonderful beta!Remus stands at the top of the Astronomy Tower and stares up at a moon less than twenty-four hours away from being full. It is hot, and he is glad that he left his robes in the dorm. His shirt is un-tucked, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his tie is loose around his neck. He is thinking about Sirius, even though he knows he shouldn’t be.
It is hard enough not to think about Sirius any other day of the month, but only one day from his transformation it becomes completely impossible. When that time comes, all Remus can think about is Sirius and sex and sex with Sirius. He has taken to avoiding Sirius on those days, because otherwise he knows he wouldn’t be able to contain himself.
Remus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of Muggle cigarettes. He only smokes during this time, trying to focus his hands and mouth on something other than satisfying his craving for the raven haired boy. Placing one between his lips he brings his wand up and lights it, immediately filling his lungs with the strong, white smoke.
He holds it in until it starts to burn before releasing it in several odd-looking rings. Remus watches them float a few feet away before they fade into the light of the moon. The cigarette burns between his fingers and he stares at the orange tip. It reminds him of the burning he feels inside, that runs through his blood and begs to destroy his friendship with Sirius.
Remus isn’t sure exactly when these feelings started, just that they’ve always been about his friend. He has tried to stop them, take control of his heart back, but it never works. He is in love with the other boy, and fuck if he can understand why. No, he knows why. It is because Sirius is truly a good person, despite his flaws, his mistakes, his hotheadedness.
The other boy not only accepted his lycanthropy, but has always done everything he could to make it easier on him—barring the Snape incident, but Remus doesn’t like to think about that. So instead he thinks about silky black hair, intense grey eyes, and the cock he’s only seen in the casual atmosphere of the dorm they’ve shared for seven years.
He shows no outward reaction when the door opens behind him, only bringing the cigarette up for another deep drag. Inside, however, he panics. There is only one person it can be, only one person that would come looking for him when he just wants to be alone. Except that he doesn’t want to be alone; he wants something that he can’t have.
“You’re avoiding me,” Sirius says when he is standing next to Remus.
“No, I’m not,” Remus lies.
Sirius snorts. “Whatever. Come with me.”
Remus takes another drag to keep himself from responding to the innuendo. “Where? Why?”
“Anywhere,” Sirius answers. “Just because.”
Remus knows he shouldn’t, but he also knows that he will. He crushes the cigarette against the stone in front of him and turns to follow Sirius. They leave the Tower and Sirius boldly walks straight through the castle, not bothering to hide. Remus thinks it doesn’t matter; NEWTS are only a few days away and the Professors have been lax about detentions recently.
They exit the front doors and start walking towards the Forbidden Forest. Remus realizes that they are probably going to Sirius’s motorbike, and hides his panic once more. He will have to sit behind the other boy and hope that the stiffness in his trousers goes unnoticed. Maybe he should turn around and go back to the castle, hide somewhere that Sirius can’t find.
He keeps following. Soon, they are in the hidden clearing where the motorbike is kept and Sirius is climbing on top. He hesitates, standing there until Sirius raises an eyebrow at him and turns the key, bringing the engine roaring to life. It is a challenge, and Remus can do nothing but accept. He places a hand on the other boy’s shoulder and throws a leg over.
He sits as far back as possible and lightly sets his hands on Sirius’s waist. Without warning Sirius floors it and Remus shouts in surprise, automatically tightening his arms around the boy in front of him and bringing his erection flush against his bum. Remus hisses and feels his face grow hot with mortification. It would be impossible for Sirius not to feel it, though he shows no reaction at all.
They leave the ground far behind and fly over the trees, heading in the direction of Hogsmeade. Remus hopes they aren’t going to the Shrieking Shack. He’ll have enough of that place tomorrow. The magical village comes into view and then quickly passes under them. Remus lets out a sigh of relief when Sirius doesn’t stop at the Shack.
They cross over a small wooded area and a large stream before the motorbike starts to slow down and descend. They land on a hill that Remus doesn’t recognize; it is high and clear, the moon shining closer than at Hogwarts. Its power pulls at him, stronger this close, and as soon as the bike stops he jumps off and reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes.
He sits on the cool grass and draws his knees up before lighting the small white stick. Taking a drag he stares up at the moon, cursing it and his body’s reaction to the boy who sits too close beside him. He offers the cigarette pack and Sirius takes one out; they sit in silence for a while, their smoke mingling in the air before drifting away into nothing.
“You gonna tell me why you’re avoiding me?” Sirius suddenly says.
Remus takes another drag before answering. “No.”
“Alright,” Sirius says easily. Too easily, Remus thinks. “We’ll talk about something else.”
“Like what?” Remus asks cautiously.
Sirius shrugs. “You haven’t mentioned what you’re going to do after graduation.”
“Not much I can do,” Remus answers, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice.
Sirius looks at him carefully. “Are you going to fight?”
“Absolutely,” Remus says. “Are you?”
“Would I miss the chance to fuck my family over like that?” Sirius asks with his own bitter laugh.
Remus thinks this war is about more than that, but he also thinks that Sirius knows already. He says nothing, and they once again fall into a slightly awkward silence. When he finishes his cigarette and puts it out on the hard ground he can’t help but glance over at the other boy. Sirius is staring at him, his eyes dark with something unreadable.
“Are you going to tell me it was your wand I felt when we were on the bike?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow in silent challenge.
Remus’s eyes go wide and a hot blush spreads over his face. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, and what comes out is, “Not unless you want me to.”
A slow smile spread across Sirius’s face and Remus is shocked when he says, “No. I don’t want you to.”
They stare at each other for a moment, and Remus tries to comprehend the slightly gobsmacked expression on Sirius’s face, the happy glint in his eyes, but his mind doesn’t seem to want to process it. It is only when Sirius leans over and places a soft kiss on his lips that he finally understands that the other boy returns his feelings.
When Sirius pulls away suddenly Remus realizes that he didn’t return the kiss. There is obvious hurt on the other boy’s face, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
“I’m sorry,” Sirius says, standing up. His voice is strained, and pain can be heard under the surface. “I thought…never mind.”
He turns and quickly walks away, and Remus is finally able to move.
“Wait!” he calls.
Sirius stops but doesn’t turn around. Remus scrambles up and rushes after him. When he reaches the other boy he grabs his arm and swings him around, crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss. He feels Sirius immediately relax and return the pressure. He moves his hands to the front of the boy’s shirt and clenches it, holding them together.
Sirius moans and slides his arms around Remus’s waist. Remus can’t help but open his mouth and run his tongue over the soft lips that are pressed against his, craving more. Those lips separate and he whimpers as his tongue meets Sirius’s. Each slides along the other, tasting and teasing and tormenting. Remus feels the burn in his blood, the fire that is Sirius consuming him.
The kiss breaks and they are both breathing hard as they stare at each other.
“You surprised me,” Remus explains. “I didn’t expect it. Doesn’t mean I didn’t want it.”
Sirius grins and it is slightly crooked with relief. “I can tell.”
“Tosser.”
“Wanker.”
“Not anymore.”
Sirius blinks and then throws his head back and laughs. “Oh, really?”
“Yes,” Remus says seriously. “Fuck me.”
Sirius stops laughing, his jaw falling open in shock. “Excuse me?”
“I said,” Remus repeats clearly, “fuck me.”
He knows he should be nervous but somehow he isn’t. This is exactly what he wants, what his body has been burning for since he was fifteen.
Sirius is looking at him, his eyes wide with a strange mixture of hope, disbelief, and pure want. “Don’t joke like that. I might actually take you seriously and do something you don’t want.”
“I’m not joking,” Remus says firmly. “I wouldn’t joke about this. I want it, want you.”
Sirius’s eyes widen further. “You…are you…you’re not kidding.”
“No,” Remus says. “Right here. Right now. I want you inside me.”
Sirius stares at him a long moment and Remus starts to worry that the other boy doesn’t really want to, that he was only trying to be nice.
“Have you—,” Sirius starts, and then pauses to swallow. “Have you ever been fucked before?”
Remus flushes. “A few times. Trying to get over you.” He pauses before admitting, “It never worked.”
“Oh,” Sirius says. He sounds slightly disappointed, but not angry.
“Have you ever fucked a bloke before?” Remus asks.
Sirius shrugs and it is almost shy. “Yeah. Not many. For the same reason as you.”
Remus nods. He isn’t upset; that would be hypocritical. Instead, he reaches out and grips Sirius’s hips, pulling him hard against him so that the other boy can feel the erection that still hasn’t went away. He grins when he feels an answering hardness through his trousers, and purposely shifts to press them together.
Sirius groans and closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to clench at Remus’s upper arms.
“I won’t force you to,” Remus says quietly. “But I’m yours if you want me.”
“Fuck,” Sirius says, opening his eyes. “Fuck, yes, I want you. I’ve wanted you for ages. Are you sure about this?”
In answer, Remus slides his hands around to Sirius’s arse, grips hard and thrusts. Their cocks push together and Sirius gasps, clenching Remus’s arms even tighter. The werewolf repeats the action again, and then again, until Sirius grunts and pushes him away.
“Okay,” he says breathlessly, happily. “Okay, I’ll fuck you.”
Remus grins and takes a step back. “Good.”
Sirius shakes his head, a small smile on his face. “And I thought I’d have to seduce you.”
Remus laughs. “I’ve wanted you for three years; I don’t think seduction is necessary.”
“Merlin,” Sirius says and runs a hand through his hair. “As long as me. What the bloody hell took us so long?”
“Let’s figure that out later,” Remus says. “Right now, I want to fuck.”
Remus reaches up and starts unbuttoning his own shirt. Sirius sees what he is doing and draws in a sharp breath. Remus smiles and continues, one button after another, grey eyes never breaking their gaze away from his hands. When they are all open he shrugs the shirt off and then reaches for his tie.
“No,” Sirius says suddenly. “Leave the tie on.”
Remus’s breath hitches but he complies, instead sliding his hands down to the button on his trousers. He quickly flips it and pulls down the zip. Sirius’s eyes are once again locked on his hands, watching as Remus drops his trousers, his pants quickly following and freeing his aching erection. He toes his shoes off and then bends down to remove his clothing.
He stands straight and sees Sirius staring at his cock, hot and hard and already leaking. He watches the other boy for a moment, and nearly loses it when he sees Sirius’s tongue dart out to wet his lips.
“Your turn,” Remus says, trying to keep his focus.
Sirius blinks and raises his gaze to Remus’s before silently reaching up to the top button on his shirt. He isn’t wearing a tie, and Remus feels slightly disappointed. The silk of his own brushes erotically across his skin, and somehow he feels more naked wearing it and nothing else than he ever has without. Sirius pulls his shirt off and drops it on the ground.
Remus eagerly runs his eyes over the smooth skin of Sirius’s torso, and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as the other boy quickly finishes undressing. When Sirius is just as naked as he is, Remus is unable to take his eyes off of the boy’s straining cock. It is long and thick, and he moans at the thought that it will soon be inside of him.
“You like?” Sirius says teasingly.
Remus drags his gaze away to lock eyes with Sirius, and is surprised to see the slightly nervous look on the other boy’s face. “Most definitely.”
Sirius closes the short distance between them and wraps his hand around Remus’s tie, dragging him in for a hard kiss. His tongue sweeps into Remus’s mouth and the werewolf groans, feeling their cocks brush together. Suddenly, Sirius releases him and grins wickedly before dropping to his knees. Remus’s eyes widen as he realizes what the other boy is going to do.
He has no time to prepare and cries out when his cock is surrounded by wet heat. Sirius’s tongue rubs along the bottom as he sucks him down to the base. Remus feels the back of the other boy’s throat and automatically buries his hands in Sirius’s hair. He grips hard and starts thrusting, as gently as he can manage, and Sirius moans around him.
“Fuck!” Remus exclaims. “I’m—I’m gonna—,”
Sirius immediately pulls back, releasing his cock with a wet pop. Remus protests at the loss and Sirius chuckles slightly.
“Don’t want you doing that just yet,” he explains, and stands, a cheeky smile on his face. “You’re not going to come until I say you can.”
Remus moans. “How are you going to stop me?”
Sirius smiles, slow and predatorily, before reaching up and pulling Remus’s tie free. Remus’s eyes widen as the silk is then wrapped tightly, but not painfully, around the base of his cock and the top of his sack. He gaps at Sirius as the boy looks up at him, smile so sinful it makes him whimper.
“That’s better,” Sirius says, and then glances around.
Remus is unable to speak, and takes deep, gasping breaths. His cock is throbbing painfully, having been so close to coming and now unable to find that release. He watches Sirius look thoughtfully at his motorbike, but Remus is unable to comprehend why. All he wants right now is the other boy inside him, wants to feel that hot length stretching him.
“Oh, yes,” Sirius says breathlessly, still looking at his bike. “That will do nicely.”
Remus blinks. What is he talking about? Before he can question Sirius, however, he is pulled over to the bike. Sirius stops next to it and crushes their lips together. When he pulls away Remus shivers at the gleam in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” Sirius asks one more time. “Because there’s no going back once we do this. I’m in this for good.”
“I’m sure,” Remus says firmly.
Sirius nods and places a soft kiss on his lips. And then Remus is being pushed down so that he is bent over Sirius’s motorbike. His cock presses into the soft leather and he groans, knowing he would have come right then if it weren’t for the tie. He feels warm breath on his back and Sirius’s tongue trails hotly down his spine.
He moans as his cheeks are spread wide, and he waits in trembling anticipation for Sirius’s fingers, or even his cock, to penetrate him. Instead, something hot and wet touches him and he tenses, gasps in shock as he realizes it is Sirius’s tongue.
“Relax,” Sirius murmurs against him. “I want to.”
Remus closes his eyes and grips the cold metal of the bike, breathing hard. Sirius’s tongue moves against him, circling his hole, and he can’t quite believe how good it feels. And then the hot muscle is pushing into him and he cries out in surprise. Sirius’s fingers dig into his arse, holding him still, and Remus whimpers.
The tongue pushes further in, and lips are pressed tightly against him. He groans and can’t help but push back, enjoying this far more than he probably should. Sirius smiles against him and then sucks lightly. Remus cries out, the sensation of the hot tongue stroking inside of him and the suction around his hole too much.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he moans, his cock so wonderfully painful he feels that he might actually cry.
Sirius pulls away and he whines in disappointment. A chuckle sounds behind him, and then there are fingers replacing the tongue and it’s even better. His breath shudders out of him and he can feel himself stretching. A jolt of intense pleasure shoots through him and he cries out once more.
“Please!” he begs, not caring how desperate he sounds. “Your cock…now…,”
Sirius moans and the fingers disappear. There is a shifting noise behind him and then he feels that wonderful cock pressing against him, into him. Sirius is slow and gentle, but it is still uncomfortable and burns a bit. Remus closes his eyes and breaths, forcing his body to relax. Soon Sirius is buried fully within him and the fingers gripping his hips are trembling.
“Alright there, Moony?” Sirius asks, concern and tightly held control audible in his voice.
Remus nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. More than.”
“Good,” Sirius says with obvious relief, and then starts to move.
His thrusts are shallow, getting them both used to the new sensations, and Remus moans happily as the pain fades away into pleasure. He purposely pushes his hips backward, causing Sirius to go deeper than before.
“Fuck!” Sirius gasps.
He pulls out and then slams back in, and Remus shouts loudly. Sirius repeats the motion and soon he is pounding into Remus and Remus is pushing back against him. The bike is shuddering beneath him, and his cock is leaking all over the leather, making the slide across it even more unbearably pleasurable.
“Gonna come,” Sirius moans. “Gonna come inside you.”
“The tie!” Remus gasps out.
Sirius reaches down and tugs, releasing Remus’s cock from its bindings and wrapping his long fingers around it. He strokes, fast and rough, and Remus can’t hold back any longer. He explodes, spilling himself all over Sirius’s hand and the leather beneath him. Sirius is thrusting erratically now, and Remus knows he is close.
He clenches the muscles around Sirius’s cock and the other boy shouts and then stutters to a stop, moaning long and low. He can feel Sirius’s cock pulsing, hot liquid filling him. After a moment Sirius slowly pulls out and Remus’s trembling legs can’t hold him up any more. He sinks to the ground, turning to face Sirius as he does, and sees that the other boy has also lowered himself to the ground.
They stare at each other, and then Remus grins widely. “I hope I didn’t ruin your leather seat.”
Sirius shakes his head. “It’s got protection charms on it. Besides, now I’m going to get a hard on every time I get on it.”
"I'll probably get one just from hearing the word motorbike," Remus says, laughing.
"I'll have to remember that," Sirius says cheekily.
Remus grins at him and then turns to glance at the sky. “We should probably get back.”
“Yeah,” Sirius agrees.
The silence is comfortable as they dress, and there are open glances and obvious brushes of hands as they move around. Sirius casts a cleaning charm on the motorbike seat and Remus can’t help but grin as they climb on. This time he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around Sirius’s waist and press close. He is happy and relaxed, and can’t resist placing an open-mouthed kiss on the back of Sirius’s neck.
Sirius shoots him a wicked smile over his shoulder and then the engine roars to life. As they take off into the air Remus looks up at the moon. He loosens one arm to raise his hand and give it a two fingered gesture. Now, there is one less thing in his life that it controls. Sirius sees what he is doing and laughs delightedly, joining him in his salute.
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Date: 2008-12-02 04:17 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2008-12-02 09:16 pm (UTC)I want to either be or have Remus' tie. Jesus - a wonderful thing you wrote there, very hot. And the motorbike. Yeah. So OTP, the three of them. Or four of them if you want to include the tie.
Love it <3
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Date: 2008-12-02 09:23 pm (UTC)Awesome (and really, really hot) fic. :D
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