A Kiss is Just a Kiss
Pairing: Remus X Sirius
Plot: When a bored Sirius kisses Remus one night in the common room, their relationship takes a turn for the... weird. And a confused Remus is left to try and fix things, without any help whatsoever from Sirius.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the vague plot. JK Rowling remains God in the
Harry Potter universe. Blek, I never get to play God…
Warnings: Slash. Don't like? Read anyways, you'll learn to like it.
Author's Note: Oh God, please review. My self esteem is in need of a boost. I haven't written in a long time. Believe me. Hopefully this practice will be enough to help me finish or even just continue "Everything." This fic will probably only be something like 5 chapters. I warn you, I am not putting a ridiculous amount of effort into it. Any plot suggestions are very welcome.
Enjoy!
Miss Avery
The fire in the common room was beginning to burn low as Remus reached into his bag to pull out another ink bottle, for he had just finished his first one. He was smudged in ink and looked utterly ridiculous with his head tilted to the side and his almost finished essay propped on his knee, the other leg nervously bouncing up and down as he looked at the clock. 2:45! He was going to be sore the next morning; he always was when he stayed up late. Remus was a boy who needed his sleep, which was not a very good characteristic for a studious young man like himself.
His best friend Sirius, on the other hand, could seemingly go days without any sleep: which came in handy as he often didn't get any for weeks on end.
Sirius was the slut of Hogwarts. But he wasn't one of those lower class sluts that people despised and mocked. Oh no, though it was well known that Sirius Black had slept with nearly every girl in the whole school, no one seemed to be able to blame him. Why shouldn't he get his fill while the masses were willing? After all, it seemed none could resist a man who looked like that.
His dark hair was wavy and long, brushing his jaw line in the most seductive way hair had ever touched anything. And his slender frame ran up 5 feet 9 inches tall, not too tall to be considered towering by nature, but tall enough that he could become intimidating in a second if he so desired. Every boy wanted to be him, and every girl wanted to be with him. In any way, shape, or form.
And that was why Sirius was usually up at all hours of the night, sneaking back into the dorm rooms at 4 o'clock in the morning, smelling of girls, booze, and dusty broom closets.
And it drove Remus up the wall. Not that he at all minded his friend having sex as much as he so desired, but because the overwhelming smells he brought with him in the night woke up Remus' heightened sense of smell, leaving the werewolf annoyed and frustrated. Not a good strain for the two friends' relationship.
Tonight was only different in the sense that Remus was actually awake when Sirius crept through the portrait hole, both the invisibility cloak and his outer robes slung across his right arm, a grimace painted on his face.
Remus stayed absolutely quiet, watching as Sirius tried to make as little noise as possible while tip-toeing towards the staircase that led to the boys' dormitories. Sirius' white school shirt was un-tucked and several of the top and bottom buttons were undone. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and one of his shoes was untied. He had the unmistakable disheveled look of a boy who had just finished with a romp in some small broom closet.
Remus finally gave a little cough and Sirius jumped about a foot in the air, spinning round to face the look of judgment the amber-eyed boy was now pointing his way.
"You're back earlier than usual." Remus said, unable to keep a straight face, his lips grudgingly spreading out into a smirk. Sirius groaned.
"The girl got cold feet. Cold feet! There I am, giving her the greatest pleasure of her life," Remus blanched at this, "and she tells me that she doesn't want to have sex! What kind of horrible little tease does that to a guy? Gets him all riled up and then just leaves! She didn't even give me a goodnight kiss, just blew me one as she ran back to her dorms. I swear, those Ravenclaws are getting more and more skittish. Maybe I am losing my touch." He looked contemplative. "No, that can't be it…"
Remus rolled his yes and crossed his arms. "Why don't you just go wank off like every other boy in this place."
Sirius gaped. "Remus! I have never heard such filth escape your lips in all my life! What has gotten into you?"
It was true that Remus didn't often say such inappropriate things. But he was tired, his head hurt, and Sirius was carrying a rather disgusting perfume smell with him, only worsening the werewolf's head.
"I'm just tired, and I have to finish this essay by tomorrow."
Sirius chuckled quietly. "So nice to see you suffering every once in a while, Moony. Now you know how the rest of us feel."
"I do not!" Remus protested, glaring at the dark-haired boy. "I just decided to rewrite this essay, as the first draft was not as exemplary as I would have liked." He gave Sirius a self-satisfied look. Sirius shrugged.
"Whatever you say."
Sirius walked over to the couch where Remus was sitting, and sprawled himself across it, one of his legs lying comfortably across the werewolf's lap. The infamous Black nestled himself in, shrugging his shoulders in order to make himself more comfortable. Remus smiled placidly at him and then closed his eyes, leaning back.
A few moments passed, when Remus felt Sirius begin to move around, taking his leg off of Remus' lap. There was silence for another few moments, when he felt a presence – and a scent – all too close to him. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of Sirius Black staring right into his face. Remus gasped in shock, and then laughed.
"Padfoot, what are you doing?" he whispered at the uncomfortably close boy's face. Sirius groaned.
"I can't stand it Remus, that girl left me in such a state!"
Remus was horribly confused about why Sirius was telling him this, and, to be honest, it was making him a wee bit uncomfortable.
"Well, Sirius, there really isn't much I can do about it."
Apparently, Sirius disagreed, because he was still staring expectantly into Remus' eyes. He gave the werewolf a knowing look, which the amber-eyed boy replied to with a confused one.
"Seriously, Pads," Remus finally said to break the tension, "you are a little bit too close for comfort."
Again, Sirius said nothing. He just continued to give Remus a look that the boy had a feeling he was supposed to understand. Jesus! Being friends with the dog animagus could really be a pain. He was about to laugh it off and remove himself from underneath Sirius' gaze, when the dark-haired boy finally began to move. However, to Remus' dismay he was, in fact, moving closer.
Remus could feel Sirius' warm breath on this neck, the slightly quickened breathing tickling his ears and sending odd sensations throughout his body. Padfoot passed Remus' mouth by mere centimeters and began nuzzling his face into Remus' neck. The werewolf really couldn't deny that it was an oddly pleasant feeling, but unnerving nonetheless. He almost lost himself in pure sensation when he felt a warm tongue dart out and begin slowly caressing the junction of his neck and shoulder. No, he thought, this has gone far enough.
Remus pushed the grey-eyed boy away from him and gave him an annoyed look, trying not to overreact and make the situation worse.
"Sirius, stop it. This is ridiculous…"
The handsome boy merely licked his lips and started to go in again, only to be shoved a little more forcefully away by an increasingly annoyed werewolf.
Since words seemed to be useless, Remus gave him the most meaningful, knowing, judgmental and forceful look he could. Which was, of course, useless on the other teenager.
"Oh Remus," Sirius finally managed to say, his eyes mischievous, "don't pretend you didn't like it."
Remus felt a hand creeping up his thigh and was thoroughly horrified to feel the beginnings of an erection start up in his lower body. He was really just not prepared to stop the actions of the boy. Who could really be expected to?
Remus mustered up the most non-pleasure-filled-lying-face he could muster, but didn't push Sirius away again, hoping the boy would catch the hint on his own; a hope that was in vain.
Sirius' hand found its way to Remus crotch and he started rubbing it gently with the palm of his hand. Remus groaned involuntarily, causing grin to spread across Sirius' face. The dark-haired boy leaned down and began sucking Remus' neck as he had been doing only moments before. After a few minutes of this, the tongue in question made a path up to the amber-eyed boy's ear, where Sirius bit and sucked at the lobe for a little while.
New measures of pleasure were coursing through Remus' body, and after a while Sirius' hips found their way to Remus' and he was grinding away.
The werewolf really wasn't thinking. In fact, if one were asked to find a time when Remus was thinking less than he was right at that moment, they wouldn't be able to. But it was a movement from up stairs – probably just someone snoring extra loud – that seemed to wake up Remus' brain, and suddenly many different, but equally disturbing and confusing thoughts were running through his muddled brain.
Why am I letting him do this? For that matter why does he want to do this? Is he just horny, or does this mean something else? And since when am I aroused by my best friends!?
It was not a good idea, the werewolf decided, to go any further. The future of their friendship was already on the rocks, if they… finished, who knew if they could ever be the same around each other?
"Sirius," Remus managed to splutter through the thrust of Sirius' hips.
"Sirius!"
Finally, the boy stopped and looked into the amber eyes of his best friend.
"Sirius, please stop. Let's just… forget this happened. Go up to bed and we'll just not think about it again." He disentangled himself from Sirius and stood up, almost shaking with sexual frustration, but with a sense of self-satisfaction. "Right, um, bed."
Remus climbed the boys' staircase, leaving a very, erm, ready Sirius sitting frustrated on the couch, thinking, well, who knew? Remus wished he did.