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cherie_morte
Rating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *anal sex, and the debauching of a well-beloved Christmas figure. Sorta.*
Word Count: 2,916
Summary: Remus tries to make up for his lack of Christmas spirit.
Author's notes: Merry Christmas to cherie_morte! Hope this puts you in the spirit!
(And thanks to j. for the beta-work!)
Remus swore softly under his breath as he jiggled the key in the lock. Why did it seem that the key always wanted to stick when he was carrying heavy bags of groceries? He glanced around and saw no one looking, so he muttered a Levitation charm to free his hands to try again. This time, the key turned and the door swung open.
Grabbing the bags of groceries from the air, Remus went into the flat—and stopped dead in his tracks.
A huge Christmas tree had taken over a full half of the front room.
Remus blinked at it, at a complete loss for thought, much less words.
“Do you like it?” The words preceded Sirius’ arrival into the room from the kitchen. The Animagus was grinning madly.
“It’s—big,” Remus finally managed to say.
“It was the biggest one in the lot,” Sirius affirmed. “I had to pay them to help me home with it because I couldn’t use magic on it.”
“Padfoot—”
Sirius came over and grabbed one of the bags of groceries, pausing to give Remus a quick kiss on the lips. “Moony, it’s the perfect Christmas tree. Just wait until it’s decorated!”
Remus closed his eyes, hearing the enthusiasm in Sirius’ voice. He had known how much Sirius loved Christmas and its traditions. Why had he thought that Sirius’ élan would have diminished some now that they had their own flat? He should have guessed that the Animagus’ enthusiasm would only multiply.
“I thought we could string some popcorn and maybe Lily will help us make some ginger cookies. Oh! Maybe we can decorate them—!” With that, Sirius spun around and started back into the kitchen, nattering on about how they could form the dough into canines, stags, and rats...
“Padfoot, maybe we should ask Lily if she has time, first. She might have other things to do that are more important that—”
Sirius turned on his heel and gave Remus a wide-eyed stare. “‘More important’? We need to decorate our tree, Moony! What could be more important than that?”
Remus didn’t respond. He merely set the grocery bags on the counter and began emptying them by directing all the items into their appropriate places with several flicks of his wand.
“I was thinking we could go shopping before the Order meeting tomorrow night,” Sirius said. “We need to pick out our Christmas cards.”
Remus’ wrist twisted when he pivoted slightly to look at his friend and lover. The sudden change in wand position made a box of cereal collide with a tin of sardines and drop onto the floor with a thud. “Christmas cards?”
“Please don’t tell me you want something cutesy with little animals in hats and scarves,” Sirius moaned. “I didn’t think you would, but, now that we’ve moved in together, I’ve learned some things about you that I didn’t know and I think I’m a little worried.”
“No, no animals in hats or scarves,” Remus said weakly.
“Good!” Sirius’ grin re-emerged. “I was thinking something traditional—you know, a big Christmas tree or something with a horse-drawn sleigh...”
“Padfoot. Stop.” Remus held up a hand, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Are you listening to yourself? Christmas cards? That’s something that couples do!”
“Aren’t we a couple?” Sirius asked, sounding almost hurt. “I thought—”
“Well, yes, we are, but—”
“There you go, then.” Sirius reached over to put his hand behind Remus’ head and pulled him forward until their lips touched. Then he rested his forehead against Remus’, his grey eyes suddenly sober. “I forgot to ask you: how was your day?”
Remus sighed and pulled away. “Mr Harrison told me that I can’t miss any more days in the next month or he’s going to have to let me go.”
Sirius frowned, but before he could say anything, Remus changed the subject. “Did you ask James if we were invited for Christmas dinner? Or are we going to my parents’?”
“Can’t we do both?” Sirius asked. “I love Mrs Potter’s goose, but your mum makes those mince pies to die for.”
Remus shook his head, smiling. “Maybe you need to make a list of who makes the best of each thing and have them bring it here for Christmas dinner,” he teased.
“Moony. Oh, gods.”
Remus froze, suddenly realising what he’d just said and hearing the awed tone to Sirius’ voice. “No, Sirius. Absolutely not.”
“It’s a brilliant idea.”
“I said no.”
“Think about it! Mrs Potter’s goose, stuffed with that incredible sausage stuffing. Your potatoes. Lily’s carrots. Your mum’s mince pies. Oh—and that homemade bread that Lily makes...”
“Sirius, we have no room in this flat for—” Remus counted quickly on his fingers, “—eight people. Nine, should Peter come. There’s nowhere to sit—and we’ve got an evergreen the size of an elephant in our sitting room. It won’t work.”
Sirius looked crestfallen, but there was a still a calculating gleam in his eye that Remus didn’t trust. This time, instead of changing topics, Remus opted for retreat. “If you can finish putting away the groceries, I’m going to head in for a shower.”
“Sure,” Sirius said, sounding distracted.
Remus gave him a long look before going into the other room.
When he got to their bedroom, however, he stopped and leaned one arm against the door jamb. “Sirius!”
He heard swearing from the other room and then Sirius came darting around the corner. “I’m sorry! I forgot!”
“It’s holly.”
“Yes, I know it’s holly. I just didn’t get a chance to arrange it...”
Remus took a deep breath. “Then could you please arrange it while I’m in the shower? I am not sleeping on bloody holly tonight, and I really don’t want to have to sleep in the branches of that bloody tree out there in the other room.”
“Do you want to help me—?”
“No!” snapped Remus as he turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
He perched on the side of the claw-footed tub and hid his face in his hands. He didn’t know why he was so upset about this. He knew Sirius loved Christmas and all the traditions that went along with it.
Sirius had grown up in a family that didn’t believe in Christmas as a time of love and family. The Blacks gave gifts and had their house-elves decorate, yes, but it was merely because tradition demanded it; it wasn’t because they cared for one another. Sirius hadn’t helped trim a tree until his third year of Hogwarts when he spent the holiday with the Potters. He hadn’t learned the simple pleasures of stealing cookie dough while his mother baked until he spent Christmas with the Lupins in his fourth year. Once he’d learned the fun of a family Christmas, he’d been positively incorrigible in his need to participate in as many Christmas customs as possible. He even had a pair of red and green striped pyjamas that he wore on Christmas Eve, even though he’d officially outgrown them two years previous.
No, it wasn’t Sirius’ fault that Remus was so testy. It was the talk with Mr Harrison, Remus decided. His time at the book store was limited now. In a month, after the next full moon, he’d find himself without a job again.
There’s nothing to be done for that now, Remus thought. No point in worrying about it. I should concentrate on making this Christmas—the first one out of Hogwarts, our first one living together—the best one I can. With things the way they are, I should just enjoy the days we’ve been given and stop mourning the things that haven’t come to pass yet. And it’s for Sirius. He loves this. And I love him...
At that moment, he heard Sirius’ voice through the door. “Moony? Hey, I hate to bother you, but you forgot coffee. I’m just going to pop down to the grocer’s, all right?”
“All right,” Remus said softly.
“What’s that? Are you okay in there?”
“Fine, Sirius,” Remus said a little louder. “I’m fine. I’ll see you when you get back.”
An idea suddenly popped into his head. Sirius might be gone for about twenty minutes, and that might be just enough time...
****
Sirius jiggled the key in the lock and growled, “Damn door.” Casting a surreptitious glance around to make sure no one was looking, he flipped his fingers at the door and whispered, “Alohomora.”
The door opened and he pocketed his key as he walked in. He then froze in wonder.
Tiny candles adorned the tips of the evergreen’s branches and gold-coloured tinsel had been draped over the boughs. A large, glittering gold star topped the tree. The boughs of holly that had been piled on the bed had been gathered together with Gryffindor-like red and gold ribbons and fastened above each window and doorway.
“Moony?” Sirius’ voice was shaky and he cleared his throat to try again. “Moony?”
“In the bedroom, Padfoot.”
Sirius walked around the tree, his eyes on the flickering candles. Remus had been busy. He must be feeling guilty about his lack of holiday spirit. This would go well, the Animagus mused with a grin. He sent the coffee into the kitchen and then continued on, following the sound of Remus’ voice. He stopped at the doorway, his eyes focussed completely on Remus, who was lying on the bed. A dozen thick pillar candles made the red robe draped over the sandy-haired man look like fine wine.
“I’ve been a right git,” Remus said with a smile, rolling onto his side and propping his cheek on his fist. “I wanted to apologise.”
Sirius’ smirk spread across his face. “You have been a right git. You’re not appreciating my holiday spirit at all.” He threw himself on the bed, his fingers stroking the soft white fur that seemed to bisect Remus vertically. “Are you Father Christmas?”
“I think I can make a couple of your Christmas dreams come true,” Remus said, his voice deepening as it had a tendency to do when he was in seduction mode.
“Oh, really?” Sirius asked. “Which ones?”
Remus’ smile was positively evil. “You’ll have to unwrap me before you find out.”
“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius whispered. “I love this gift already.” He slid one hand along Remus’ neck and then followed the smooth curve to his shoulder, pushing the robe aside. Growling softly, he placed several soft kisses on Remus’ shoulder and chest while his hands tangled in
the soft red material.
“In America, the children sit on Father Christmas’ lap and tell him what they want,” Remus whispered.
“They call him Santa Claus there,” Sirius corrected, moving to push Remus onto his back and then positioning himself so he was straddling Remus’ hips.
“Well, then, Sirius, why don’t you tell Santa what you want?”
Sirius reached down between his legs to adjust his growing erection. “I want to have my wicked way with you.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Remus murmured as Sirius shifted in order to untie the cloth belt around Remus’ waist and push the robe apart completely. Under the red fabric, Remus was completely naked—and completely aroused.
“Gods, Moony,” Sirius breathed. He wasted no time in shucking his clothes, tossing them randomly around the room, not caring where they went.
“Candles,” Remus warned belatedly as a sock landed in a cotton lump at the base of one of the waxen pillars.
“Don’t care,” the dark-haired man replied as he leaned forward to capture Remus’ lips with his own.
Their kisses were hard and passionate, full of teeth and tongue and moans of appreciation.
Their hips slammed together, and their cocks rubbed against each other, making them want—no,
need—more.
“Let me get the robe off,” Remus managed to gasp between breath-stealing kisses.
“No,” Sirius said. He suddenly pitched himself over onto his back, taking Remus with him.
Surprised at finding himself in this new position—or so Sirius assumed by Remus’ expression—Remus sat up, his fingertips resting lightly on the firm chest beneath him. “Ride me,” the Animagus ordered.
Remus grinned. “There’s something inherently wrong about wearing Father Christmas’ robe while we do this.”
Sirius barked out a laugh. “Exactly.”
“So, I think I can put you on the ‘naughty’ list,” Remus said, reaching back between his legs to prepare himself for Sirius’ eventual penetration.
“I don’t think there’s ever been a doubt of that,” Sirius whispered, trying to peer through the shadow of the robe to see what Remus was doing.
“If I didn’t ...have this robe on... you’d see... exactly... how many fingers... I have... inside myself,” Remus teased, his teeth gleaming white and predatory.
“Father Christmas, my arse,” Sirius growled. “Bloody Satan himself in that red...”
*****
They were both panting heavily and swearing harshly by the time that Remus impaled himself on Sirius’ generously lubed cock. Remus then pressed their entwined hands into the bed on either side of Sirius’ shoulders as their hips thrust in counterpoint with each other.
After a minute or two, Remus opened his eyes to watch the dark-haired man beneath him. The candlelight made him glow golden and warm and illuminated the lips moist from kisses and Sirius’ attempt to hold back his orgasm by chewing on his bottom lip.
Sirius’ eyes fluttered open to see Remus staring intently at him. “Moony.” The word was nothing more than a groan.
“Beautiful,” Remus whispered.
Sirius smiled and then cried out as Remus deliberately squeezed his muscles around the cock inside of him. The blue-eyed man leaned forward and whispered, “Gonna make you come so hard...”
Sirius’ hips bucked, but Remus had been ready for that. He ground himself down as hard as he could until they both yelled at the depth to which Sirius was embedded inside Remus’ body.
That was all that it took: Remus heard Sirius catch his breath tellingly and almost immediately felt the pulsing that accompanied Sirius’ climax. He threw his head back, revelling in the sensation of being filled, of being one with his mate before pleasurable tension exploded into utter satisfaction, and come erupted from his prick to splatter across Sirius’ chest.
He collapsed onto Sirius, finding the familiar and comfortable position that would allow him to bury his face into the curve of Sirius’ neck. The red robe neatly covered them both as they lay there, content and spent.
“I’ll never look at Father Christmas the same way again,” Sirius mumbled.
Remus raised his head and arched an eyebrow. “You’re not going to proposition every Father Christmas you see now, are you? If you are, I feel I should warn you that it probably will not be looked upon as a kind holiday gesture.”
“What? You don’t think Father Christmas needs a good shagging every now and again?” Sirius countered. He slid out from beneath Remus and then turned onto his side, bringing his hand up to stroke Remus’ cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“If you’re going to develop some kind of Santa-fetish, I suppose I’d better keep the robe then,” Remus mused.
Sirius chuckled and they fell silent for a moment, completely happy to just stare in each other’s eyes.
“I am sorry I was so short-tempered when I came home,” Remus said.
Sirius fidgeted jerkily, which Remus interpreted as being a shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“I know how important Christmas is to you, though. I know you like all the traditions and things. I guess I was just a little... unprepared.”
“That’s all right.” Their lips met in a soft, deep kiss, an apology being given and accepted. “Does that mean we can still go tomorrow to pick out Christmas cards?” Sirius asked, his eyes pleading.
“Yes, of course,” Remus replied. “And we’ll ask Lily if she can help us with ginger cookies.”
Sirius gave him another quick kiss on the tip of the nose and then pressed their foreheads together. “You know what I’d really like to do this year?” His eyes glittered in the candlelight, making Remus worry.
“God only knows,” Remus groaned. “But I’m telling you now, we are not having dinner here.”
“Oh, that. No. I was just wondering, do you think we could find some kind of harness with jingle bells for Prongs..?” Over Remus’ sudden, explosive laughter, Sirius continued. “No, wait, Moony! I was thinking—if we put a Levitation charm on Prongs, we could get him on the roof and with the jingle bells—”
“And who is it that you’re wanting to surprise with the sound of reindeer hooves on the roof?”
“I just thought a few random visits—to Mad-Eye Moody’s, maybe...”
Remus brushed a few silky black strands away from Sirius’ face. “Sticking charms on his hooves might help Prongs stay on the roof—”
“Brilliant!” Sirius yelled. “I knew there was a reason I asked you to move in with me!”
“And here I thought it was because of the incredible sex.”
“Well, there is that.”
Remus kissed Sirius on the forehead. “Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”
“This will be the best one ever,” Sirius said happily, closing his eyes and snuggling into the curve of Remus’ body.
Remus winced, realising that Sirius said that every year. Oh gods. What will he come up with next year?
It was better not to think about it, he decided as he closed his eyes to sleep.
Author: Diane/
dogsunderfootRecipient:
cherie_morteRating: NC-17
Highlight for Warnings: *anal sex, and the debauching of a well-beloved Christmas figure. Sorta.*
Word Count: 2,916
Summary: Remus tries to make up for his lack of Christmas spirit.
Author's notes: Merry Christmas to cherie_morte! Hope this puts you in the spirit!
(And thanks to j. for the beta-work!)
Remus swore softly under his breath as he jiggled the key in the lock. Why did it seem that the key always wanted to stick when he was carrying heavy bags of groceries? He glanced around and saw no one looking, so he muttered a Levitation charm to free his hands to try again. This time, the key turned and the door swung open.
Grabbing the bags of groceries from the air, Remus went into the flat—and stopped dead in his tracks.
A huge Christmas tree had taken over a full half of the front room.
Remus blinked at it, at a complete loss for thought, much less words.
“Do you like it?” The words preceded Sirius’ arrival into the room from the kitchen. The Animagus was grinning madly.
“It’s—big,” Remus finally managed to say.
“It was the biggest one in the lot,” Sirius affirmed. “I had to pay them to help me home with it because I couldn’t use magic on it.”
“Padfoot—”
Sirius came over and grabbed one of the bags of groceries, pausing to give Remus a quick kiss on the lips. “Moony, it’s the perfect Christmas tree. Just wait until it’s decorated!”
Remus closed his eyes, hearing the enthusiasm in Sirius’ voice. He had known how much Sirius loved Christmas and its traditions. Why had he thought that Sirius’ élan would have diminished some now that they had their own flat? He should have guessed that the Animagus’ enthusiasm would only multiply.
“I thought we could string some popcorn and maybe Lily will help us make some ginger cookies. Oh! Maybe we can decorate them—!” With that, Sirius spun around and started back into the kitchen, nattering on about how they could form the dough into canines, stags, and rats...
“Padfoot, maybe we should ask Lily if she has time, first. She might have other things to do that are more important that—”
Sirius turned on his heel and gave Remus a wide-eyed stare. “‘More important’? We need to decorate our tree, Moony! What could be more important than that?”
Remus didn’t respond. He merely set the grocery bags on the counter and began emptying them by directing all the items into their appropriate places with several flicks of his wand.
“I was thinking we could go shopping before the Order meeting tomorrow night,” Sirius said. “We need to pick out our Christmas cards.”
Remus’ wrist twisted when he pivoted slightly to look at his friend and lover. The sudden change in wand position made a box of cereal collide with a tin of sardines and drop onto the floor with a thud. “Christmas cards?”
“Please don’t tell me you want something cutesy with little animals in hats and scarves,” Sirius moaned. “I didn’t think you would, but, now that we’ve moved in together, I’ve learned some things about you that I didn’t know and I think I’m a little worried.”
“No, no animals in hats or scarves,” Remus said weakly.
“Good!” Sirius’ grin re-emerged. “I was thinking something traditional—you know, a big Christmas tree or something with a horse-drawn sleigh...”
“Padfoot. Stop.” Remus held up a hand, shaking his head as if to clear it. “Are you listening to yourself? Christmas cards? That’s something that couples do!”
“Aren’t we a couple?” Sirius asked, sounding almost hurt. “I thought—”
“Well, yes, we are, but—”
“There you go, then.” Sirius reached over to put his hand behind Remus’ head and pulled him forward until their lips touched. Then he rested his forehead against Remus’, his grey eyes suddenly sober. “I forgot to ask you: how was your day?”
Remus sighed and pulled away. “Mr Harrison told me that I can’t miss any more days in the next month or he’s going to have to let me go.”
Sirius frowned, but before he could say anything, Remus changed the subject. “Did you ask James if we were invited for Christmas dinner? Or are we going to my parents’?”
“Can’t we do both?” Sirius asked. “I love Mrs Potter’s goose, but your mum makes those mince pies to die for.”
Remus shook his head, smiling. “Maybe you need to make a list of who makes the best of each thing and have them bring it here for Christmas dinner,” he teased.
“Moony. Oh, gods.”
Remus froze, suddenly realising what he’d just said and hearing the awed tone to Sirius’ voice. “No, Sirius. Absolutely not.”
“It’s a brilliant idea.”
“I said no.”
“Think about it! Mrs Potter’s goose, stuffed with that incredible sausage stuffing. Your potatoes. Lily’s carrots. Your mum’s mince pies. Oh—and that homemade bread that Lily makes...”
“Sirius, we have no room in this flat for—” Remus counted quickly on his fingers, “—eight people. Nine, should Peter come. There’s nowhere to sit—and we’ve got an evergreen the size of an elephant in our sitting room. It won’t work.”
Sirius looked crestfallen, but there was a still a calculating gleam in his eye that Remus didn’t trust. This time, instead of changing topics, Remus opted for retreat. “If you can finish putting away the groceries, I’m going to head in for a shower.”
“Sure,” Sirius said, sounding distracted.
Remus gave him a long look before going into the other room.
When he got to their bedroom, however, he stopped and leaned one arm against the door jamb. “Sirius!”
He heard swearing from the other room and then Sirius came darting around the corner. “I’m sorry! I forgot!”
“It’s holly.”
“Yes, I know it’s holly. I just didn’t get a chance to arrange it...”
Remus took a deep breath. “Then could you please arrange it while I’m in the shower? I am not sleeping on bloody holly tonight, and I really don’t want to have to sleep in the branches of that bloody tree out there in the other room.”
“Do you want to help me—?”
“No!” snapped Remus as he turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
He perched on the side of the claw-footed tub and hid his face in his hands. He didn’t know why he was so upset about this. He knew Sirius loved Christmas and all the traditions that went along with it.
Sirius had grown up in a family that didn’t believe in Christmas as a time of love and family. The Blacks gave gifts and had their house-elves decorate, yes, but it was merely because tradition demanded it; it wasn’t because they cared for one another. Sirius hadn’t helped trim a tree until his third year of Hogwarts when he spent the holiday with the Potters. He hadn’t learned the simple pleasures of stealing cookie dough while his mother baked until he spent Christmas with the Lupins in his fourth year. Once he’d learned the fun of a family Christmas, he’d been positively incorrigible in his need to participate in as many Christmas customs as possible. He even had a pair of red and green striped pyjamas that he wore on Christmas Eve, even though he’d officially outgrown them two years previous.
No, it wasn’t Sirius’ fault that Remus was so testy. It was the talk with Mr Harrison, Remus decided. His time at the book store was limited now. In a month, after the next full moon, he’d find himself without a job again.
There’s nothing to be done for that now, Remus thought. No point in worrying about it. I should concentrate on making this Christmas—the first one out of Hogwarts, our first one living together—the best one I can. With things the way they are, I should just enjoy the days we’ve been given and stop mourning the things that haven’t come to pass yet. And it’s for Sirius. He loves this. And I love him...
At that moment, he heard Sirius’ voice through the door. “Moony? Hey, I hate to bother you, but you forgot coffee. I’m just going to pop down to the grocer’s, all right?”
“All right,” Remus said softly.
“What’s that? Are you okay in there?”
“Fine, Sirius,” Remus said a little louder. “I’m fine. I’ll see you when you get back.”
An idea suddenly popped into his head. Sirius might be gone for about twenty minutes, and that might be just enough time...
Sirius jiggled the key in the lock and growled, “Damn door.” Casting a surreptitious glance around to make sure no one was looking, he flipped his fingers at the door and whispered, “Alohomora.”
The door opened and he pocketed his key as he walked in. He then froze in wonder.
Tiny candles adorned the tips of the evergreen’s branches and gold-coloured tinsel had been draped over the boughs. A large, glittering gold star topped the tree. The boughs of holly that had been piled on the bed had been gathered together with Gryffindor-like red and gold ribbons and fastened above each window and doorway.
“Moony?” Sirius’ voice was shaky and he cleared his throat to try again. “Moony?”
“In the bedroom, Padfoot.”
Sirius walked around the tree, his eyes on the flickering candles. Remus had been busy. He must be feeling guilty about his lack of holiday spirit. This would go well, the Animagus mused with a grin. He sent the coffee into the kitchen and then continued on, following the sound of Remus’ voice. He stopped at the doorway, his eyes focussed completely on Remus, who was lying on the bed. A dozen thick pillar candles made the red robe draped over the sandy-haired man look like fine wine.
“I’ve been a right git,” Remus said with a smile, rolling onto his side and propping his cheek on his fist. “I wanted to apologise.”
Sirius’ smirk spread across his face. “You have been a right git. You’re not appreciating my holiday spirit at all.” He threw himself on the bed, his fingers stroking the soft white fur that seemed to bisect Remus vertically. “Are you Father Christmas?”
“I think I can make a couple of your Christmas dreams come true,” Remus said, his voice deepening as it had a tendency to do when he was in seduction mode.
“Oh, really?” Sirius asked. “Which ones?”
Remus’ smile was positively evil. “You’ll have to unwrap me before you find out.”
“Oh, Merlin,” Sirius whispered. “I love this gift already.” He slid one hand along Remus’ neck and then followed the smooth curve to his shoulder, pushing the robe aside. Growling softly, he placed several soft kisses on Remus’ shoulder and chest while his hands tangled in
the soft red material.
“In America, the children sit on Father Christmas’ lap and tell him what they want,” Remus whispered.
“They call him Santa Claus there,” Sirius corrected, moving to push Remus onto his back and then positioning himself so he was straddling Remus’ hips.
“Well, then, Sirius, why don’t you tell Santa what you want?”
Sirius reached down between his legs to adjust his growing erection. “I want to have my wicked way with you.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Remus murmured as Sirius shifted in order to untie the cloth belt around Remus’ waist and push the robe apart completely. Under the red fabric, Remus was completely naked—and completely aroused.
“Gods, Moony,” Sirius breathed. He wasted no time in shucking his clothes, tossing them randomly around the room, not caring where they went.
“Candles,” Remus warned belatedly as a sock landed in a cotton lump at the base of one of the waxen pillars.
“Don’t care,” the dark-haired man replied as he leaned forward to capture Remus’ lips with his own.
Their kisses were hard and passionate, full of teeth and tongue and moans of appreciation.
Their hips slammed together, and their cocks rubbed against each other, making them want—no,
need—more.
“Let me get the robe off,” Remus managed to gasp between breath-stealing kisses.
“No,” Sirius said. He suddenly pitched himself over onto his back, taking Remus with him.
Surprised at finding himself in this new position—or so Sirius assumed by Remus’ expression—Remus sat up, his fingertips resting lightly on the firm chest beneath him. “Ride me,” the Animagus ordered.
Remus grinned. “There’s something inherently wrong about wearing Father Christmas’ robe while we do this.”
Sirius barked out a laugh. “Exactly.”
“So, I think I can put you on the ‘naughty’ list,” Remus said, reaching back between his legs to prepare himself for Sirius’ eventual penetration.
“I don’t think there’s ever been a doubt of that,” Sirius whispered, trying to peer through the shadow of the robe to see what Remus was doing.
“If I didn’t ...have this robe on... you’d see... exactly... how many fingers... I have... inside myself,” Remus teased, his teeth gleaming white and predatory.
“Father Christmas, my arse,” Sirius growled. “Bloody Satan himself in that red...”
They were both panting heavily and swearing harshly by the time that Remus impaled himself on Sirius’ generously lubed cock. Remus then pressed their entwined hands into the bed on either side of Sirius’ shoulders as their hips thrust in counterpoint with each other.
After a minute or two, Remus opened his eyes to watch the dark-haired man beneath him. The candlelight made him glow golden and warm and illuminated the lips moist from kisses and Sirius’ attempt to hold back his orgasm by chewing on his bottom lip.
Sirius’ eyes fluttered open to see Remus staring intently at him. “Moony.” The word was nothing more than a groan.
“Beautiful,” Remus whispered.
Sirius smiled and then cried out as Remus deliberately squeezed his muscles around the cock inside of him. The blue-eyed man leaned forward and whispered, “Gonna make you come so hard...”
Sirius’ hips bucked, but Remus had been ready for that. He ground himself down as hard as he could until they both yelled at the depth to which Sirius was embedded inside Remus’ body.
That was all that it took: Remus heard Sirius catch his breath tellingly and almost immediately felt the pulsing that accompanied Sirius’ climax. He threw his head back, revelling in the sensation of being filled, of being one with his mate before pleasurable tension exploded into utter satisfaction, and come erupted from his prick to splatter across Sirius’ chest.
He collapsed onto Sirius, finding the familiar and comfortable position that would allow him to bury his face into the curve of Sirius’ neck. The red robe neatly covered them both as they lay there, content and spent.
“I’ll never look at Father Christmas the same way again,” Sirius mumbled.
Remus raised his head and arched an eyebrow. “You’re not going to proposition every Father Christmas you see now, are you? If you are, I feel I should warn you that it probably will not be looked upon as a kind holiday gesture.”
“What? You don’t think Father Christmas needs a good shagging every now and again?” Sirius countered. He slid out from beneath Remus and then turned onto his side, bringing his hand up to stroke Remus’ cheek with the backs of his fingers.
“If you’re going to develop some kind of Santa-fetish, I suppose I’d better keep the robe then,” Remus mused.
Sirius chuckled and they fell silent for a moment, completely happy to just stare in each other’s eyes.
“I am sorry I was so short-tempered when I came home,” Remus said.
Sirius fidgeted jerkily, which Remus interpreted as being a shrug. “It’s nothing.”
“I know how important Christmas is to you, though. I know you like all the traditions and things. I guess I was just a little... unprepared.”
“That’s all right.” Their lips met in a soft, deep kiss, an apology being given and accepted. “Does that mean we can still go tomorrow to pick out Christmas cards?” Sirius asked, his eyes pleading.
“Yes, of course,” Remus replied. “And we’ll ask Lily if she can help us with ginger cookies.”
Sirius gave him another quick kiss on the tip of the nose and then pressed their foreheads together. “You know what I’d really like to do this year?” His eyes glittered in the candlelight, making Remus worry.
“God only knows,” Remus groaned. “But I’m telling you now, we are not having dinner here.”
“Oh, that. No. I was just wondering, do you think we could find some kind of harness with jingle bells for Prongs..?” Over Remus’ sudden, explosive laughter, Sirius continued. “No, wait, Moony! I was thinking—if we put a Levitation charm on Prongs, we could get him on the roof and with the jingle bells—”
“And who is it that you’re wanting to surprise with the sound of reindeer hooves on the roof?”
“I just thought a few random visits—to Mad-Eye Moody’s, maybe...”
Remus brushed a few silky black strands away from Sirius’ face. “Sticking charms on his hooves might help Prongs stay on the roof—”
“Brilliant!” Sirius yelled. “I knew there was a reason I asked you to move in with me!”
“And here I thought it was because of the incredible sex.”
“Well, there is that.”
Remus kissed Sirius on the forehead. “Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”
“This will be the best one ever,” Sirius said happily, closing his eyes and snuggling into the curve of Remus’ body.
Remus winced, realising that Sirius said that every year. Oh gods. What will he come up with next year?
It was better not to think about it, he decided as he closed his eyes to sleep.
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Date: 2009-12-02 03:34 pm (UTC)And I just adore Sirius being so excited for Christmas, he's so squishable *squishes him*
Very nice, I enjoyed it a lot! :D
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Date: 2009-12-02 10:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the story! Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-02 03:42 pm (UTC)“Oh, that. No. I was just wondering, do you think we could find some kind of harness with jingle bells for Prongs..?” Over Remus’ sudden, explosive laughter, Sirius continued. “No, wait, Moony! I was thinking—if we put a Levitation charm on Prongs, we could get him on the roof and with the jingle bells—”
LOL FOREVER
He even had a pair of red and green striped pyjamas that he wore on Christmas Eve, even though he’d officially outgrown them two years previous.
Just... so, so, precious. It's almost sad, how much he loves Christmas because of all the grief he had before he discovered how awesome Christmas is AWH SIRIUS :(
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:01 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! :) Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-02 03:53 pm (UTC)FANART NEEDS TO HAPPEN, NOW. omg best mental image ever.
& I loved all the Father Christmas-themed dialogue. Well done!
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Date: 2009-12-02 04:01 pm (UTC)SECONDING THIS
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Date: 2009-12-02 04:37 pm (UTC)dressing up Prongs as a reindeer is made of WIN, however. Such a fabulous idea.
Remus dressed as santa and shagging Sirius shouldn't be as hot as that, and yet....... :) awesome job.
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:08 pm (UTC)I will have forever ruined the pure and innocent image of Santa Claus... Somehow that doesn't upset me nearly as much as it ought.
Thanks for reading and the wonderful comments!
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Date: 2009-12-02 05:56 pm (UTC)Did I mention in my sign up that riding is a huge kink of mine, or are you just a MIND READER? Because that was A++!!
And oh my GOD dressing up as Santa and then all that skeevy dialogue--it was so THEM. And so PERVY. But so VERY THEM.
I thought it was such a touching moment when Sirius got home to see that Remus had gotten into the spirit for him. This entire story was so heart warming, and definitely got me into the Christmas spirit. Thanks so much for writing this for me! ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:29 pm (UTC)So, sigh of relief!
I love excitable Sirius, so your prompt really grabbed me. That look on Remus' face was one of the first things that came to me when I claimed it; I just needed to figure out what it was that put that look on Remus' face. Actually, I was so inspired by your prompt that the story pretty much wrote itself. I was finished with it within a week, I think.
I can't remember if riding was a kink you mentioned or not, but I know I was trying to get as many of your kinks in as I could, so... ;)
It was a pleasure writing this for you! Have a wonderful, fabulous Christmas! :)
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:30 pm (UTC)Would James Avada Kedavra the pups or what? :)
Glad you liked this! Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:37 pm (UTC)I get 'stuck' on mundane things like doors that stick and how I'd use magic to 'fix' them. I probably would use a Blasting curse, though...
I'm so glad you liked this! It makes me happy! :) Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-02 09:05 pm (UTC)And it was so totally in character how Sirius got a gigantic Christmas tree without any regard for the size of the living room. Yes, he would do just that! Oops, I did not know that bit about Father Christmas and Santa Claus, so thank you for the little educational insert :)
Now you made me crave Christmas candy...
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:43 pm (UTC)I love fics with enthusiastic Sirius. He's just so much fun to write!
Thanks for letting me know you liked this! :)
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Date: 2009-12-02 10:17 pm (UTC)That was absolutely made of awesome, my dear! It was hot, it was funny, and it was utterly, utterly perfect.
Remus grinned. “There’s something inherently wrong about wearing Father Christmas’ robe while we do this.”
Sirius barked out a laugh. “Exactly.”
“So, I think I can put you on the ‘naughty’ list,” Remus said, reaching back between his legs to prepare himself for Sirius’ eventual penetration.
Major laughs there!
I loved Sirius'
hotnessenthusiasm for the holiday and, frankly, am a little jealous because my husband and house mates are anti-tree. I fall more into Sirius' camp, I guess. But he was so darling and dog-like that I'm glad Remus gave in.And thanks for reminding me that I must do my Christmas cards.
“Please don’t tell me you want something cutesy with little animals in hats and scarves,” Sirius moaned. “I didn’t think you would, but, now that we’ve moved in together, I’ve learned some things about you that I didn’t know and I think I’m a little worried.”
“No, no animals in hats or scarves,” Remus said weakly.
All in all, despite the cards, this was wonderful.
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:49 pm (UTC)Enthusiastic Sirius is just so much fun, isn't he? He's so cute and adorable--I'll bet Remus gives in a LOT! (But enjoys every minute of it!)
Thanks for all the wonderful compliments! It means a lot to me!
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Date: 2009-12-02 10:41 pm (UTC)I've always thought if I could only do one spell, I would want it to be apparition because I commute 2 1/2 - 3 hours a day. But dang, that levitation spell sounds good!
I adore the tale! They feel very in character and yet young and in love too. The sex scene is incredible but gads am I sorry that I didn't just skim over it. I'll never see a man in a Santa suit again without my face flaming and my eyes glazing over!
“In America, the children sit on Father Christmas’ lap and tell him what they want,” Remus whispered.
And of course, since it's yours, I would have been disappointed if my man, Alastor, wasn't in the tale. But I needn't have worried ........
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:58 pm (UTC)I'm so very glad you liked this! Even if you'll never look at a man in a Santa suit the same way again. :) I figure that since I've sullied the 'If You Give a Mouse a Cookie' genre, I might as well sully the image of Santa too. Nothing is sacred!
And, yeah, Moody keeps slipping into my stories... Should I worry that I have some kind of weird subconscious attraction to him or something? ;)
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-12-03 12:32 am (UTC)This fic wouldn't have been quite so good if not for your help and input and all. Thanks so much for all your hand-holding. How do you put up with me? *hugs*
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Date: 2009-12-03 12:34 am (UTC)I'm so glad you liked this! Thanks for letting me know!
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Date: 2009-12-03 12:53 am (UTC)Thanks for letting me know you liked it!
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Date: 2009-12-02 11:35 pm (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2009-12-03 01:12 am (UTC)this is just too cute! and, you know, hot porn. but cute! good job :D
ps, it also made me think of this (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v233/pink_faerie81/prongsreindeer.png) little Rudolph!Prongs i drew three years ago for xmas. (as you can see, i am no artist either :P)
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Date: 2009-12-03 01:21 am (UTC)You know what? I like the Rudolph!Prongs. I think it's adorable! You really should make an icon of him. Love the change in your icon, by the way--the little Santa hats and mistletoe... Fantastic!
I'm glad you liked the story! Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-03 01:21 am (UTC)And what a very nice way to start the day. :) You have just managed to put a grin on my face that might make my co-workers think I'm a maniac or worse.
Sirius's love for Christmas is so in character, and I love the fact that Lupin started out all tetchy and stuff and ended up making dressing up as Santa sound sexy. XD
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Date: 2009-12-03 01:43 am (UTC)But, please. Don't let them think you're a maniac, because then bad things might happen, and I need my occasional art fixes from you!
Thanks for spending a few minutes of your morning and your work day with my over-enthusiastic Sirius and my Santa Moony! :)
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Date: 2009-12-03 01:52 am (UTC)And, oh, to be able to put away groceries with magic!
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Date: 2009-12-03 03:30 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked the story! When I claimed cherie_morte's prompt for a Sirius enthusiastically preparing for Christmas and irritating the heck out of Remus, the story came together so easily. It was almost scary, really.
Thanks for reviewing!
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Date: 2009-12-03 04:21 am (UTC)Thanks so much for the nice review! :)
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Date: 2009-12-03 06:19 am (UTC)And the image of Remus in a Santa-like robe riding Sirius is so subversively delicious, it will be forever seared into my brain:D :D :D
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Date: 2009-12-04 11:48 pm (UTC)I'm honoured! :D
I'm really glad you liked this one. It seemed to write itself and I wasn't quite sure it was a good thing or a bad thing. But, I have to admit: the thought of Remus and that red robe did linger in my head for DAYS...
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Date: 2009-12-03 11:20 am (UTC)And Remus and Sirius should have spent all their Christmases like this. :D
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Date: 2009-12-05 12:43 am (UTC)Glad you liked this--and I wholeheartedly agree that all their Christmases should have been as happy. Thanks so much!