Title:
Motor Oil Rainbows

Summary:
AU (like most of my fics)
She purrs under me whenever I straddle her and I almost crashed her twice because the speed, vibration and adrenaline rush got me off. Having an orgasm and keeping a motorcycle upright is hard as hell. I'll tell you that
Sirius/Remus

Disclaimer and Notes:
This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings:
Slash, Cross dressing, and other things to be added.
ps this has never been seen by a beta. as i said it was going to be scrapped.

Notes

Okay so this is one of my seven failed rs_games fic entries. This was one of my favorites though and i just couldn't bear to delete it so i figure continue it until its sone or just share what i have. I have a few parts done already but I wont post them all at once (sorry).

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Let us being:

Prelude:

James watched in silent fascination as Sirius expertly applied layer after layer of fine powder to his face. Sure, when he was younger he watched his mother and aunts do the same, but this was different. Sirius was male. Granted he was a very pretty male --with no facial hair (hair never grew on his face or chest or arms) and his jaw was as defined as his mother's-- but male nonetheless.

"You look just like one of my mother's dolls." James grumbled from the bed. His eyes trained on the half dressed boy at the vanity across the room.

Sirius squeezed the eyelash curler tightly before pulling it away from his face and inspecting his reflection. "Shut up, I need to concentrate."

It seemed so odd but then again he should have been used to it by now. Sirius had never abided by society's ideas of gender, or common sense for that matter. The end result of all that primping was stunning, so why should Sirius' girl days rock him.

"So, what are you getting today?"

Sirius tuned to his best friend with a bright smile. Sirius chattered obviously keyed up about this present of his. The cool gray eyes of his cousin were surrounded by streaks of smoky grays and pastel purple. Giving his heavy lidded --Sirius called them forever bedroom-- eyes more depth. The smooth milk white skin of his cheeks was tinted pink with powder and his naturally pink lips were covered up with a plum lipstick glossed over with Vaseline.

"So prongs? Will you drive me to the dealership?" the younger teen threaded a black leather strip around the mass of curly hair before tying it off and shoving glittery decorative combs into the messy bun.

"You know I'm going to."

"Good. Because I called them and told them I'd be there in an hour." Sirius pulled an obscenely small black and white tartan skirt from the pile of clothes on the desk chair and wrapped it around his body and zipping it up.

"Sirius, is all of this really necessary? I mean were going to the dealership not a party."

"It's the details that count prongs. I promise you if I don't get a few dollars off with the salesman I'll fill your tank for a month." The pseudo girl slipped a pair of plum colored legwarmers on before shoving his dainty purple painted pedicure feet in to a pair of six inch black patent leather pumps and shrugging on a plum jacket. "I'm ready lets go."

"Padfoot. I'm going to die old and alone because of you, you know that?"

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