LEMON DROPS
Rating: M/NC-17
Summary: Everything stops when you say the safe word. MWPP and beyond.
Warning: Slash, Sex
A/N: Because of not being able to access the internet and read fanfiction for days, I came up with something of my own. Feel free to review—I'm open to suggestions.
CHAPTER ONE: Drink or Dare
It was one of those nights when it was too hot to sleep.
Remus looks up from packing his trunk just in time to dodge a ball of socks hurled by a drunken James Potter towards an equally drunk Sirius Black, with Peter laughing stupidly in the background. He sighs, wondering how the hell he was able to put up with these people for seven years.
The trio, with Frank (who apparently was already passed out), have been playing a game of drink or dare for an hour now, and he has been an unwilling witness to Peter twirling around in a horribly ill-fitting mini dress.
"Oi, Moony, don't be such a grouch! We're done with the exams! Dooone!" Sirius slurred, trying to pull Remus to the floor beside them. "Come on. It's not like it's gonna kill you," He continued, almost shoving the bottle of firewhiskey to Remus' face. Remus' nose scrunched as the smell of liquor invaded his senses. "No thank you, Monsieur Padfoot. If my sober memory serves me right, the last time I joined, I woke up with McGonagall's picture stamped across my chest for a week!" Remus cried, shuddering at the memory. "And she was pouting and giving off those horrible smooching sounds during class."
"Oh but you loved it, Monsieur Moony. You were always her most faithful disciple," James calls from under Remus' bed as he tried retrieving the wayward ball of socks, toppling over Remus' neat pile of books in the process. Remus groaned. "Besides, we're going home tomorrow," Sirius said, trying to pinch Remus' nose but missing. "I don't care," Remus said, swatting Sirius' hand away in irritation. "Fine then," Peter piped up, "my entire stash of chocolates. Join and you got it."
"A most brilliant strategy, Monsieur Wormtail," James nodded solemnly at Peter's direction. Remus was torn. Peter still had a large amount of chocolates left from sneaking into Honeyduke's last week. But Remus was a terrible drunk, and he knew that James and Sirius would do something he would kill them for if given the chance. "And mine as well," Sirius said, winking at Peter.
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Needless to say, Remus found himself struggling to crawl to somewhere even he doesn't know, after joining the game a mere half an hour prior. The room was swirling and he kept on hugging and apologizing to anybody (if it were, indeed, a body) he bumps into. He vaguely remembers James shouting, "I'm hungry!" before he, with Peter, struggles out of the room and into, hopefully, the kitchen. He then gives up his quest to map the entire room, lies down, and wills the room to stop bloody rotating, whilst trying to keep his drooping eyelids from closing.
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That was all that Remus remembered of the night that was too hot to sleep in.
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That is, until he wakes up, with vomit rising to his throat. His hands immediately shoots to his chest, afraid of whatever was emblazoned there; instead, his fingers land on his bare chest, sticky with something that Remus just couldn't place. He then retches, but nothing comes out. Glad that he hasn't yet vomited on the floor, he tries to stand up, curious as to the feeling of heaviness on his hips, and finds himself naked. Bloody hell! They are so going to get it this time, he thought angrily.
He tries to crawl carefully to the bathroom, clutching his lower back, which refuses to stop throbbing dully, until he hears a groan and feels vibration beneath his shins as he crawls over something.
He looks down, mortified, vomiting all over Sirius Black's naked form.
A/N: Short. But please do review.