Disclaimer: I don't own anything, apart from any mistakes, this all belongs to the amazing J.K. Oh, I do own the OCs but they're really not that important. So I own nothing I tell you, nothing!

A/N: I feel so weird writing this, I mean, it's so much more explicit than anything I've written before. But I'm going to university soon, and it's like a rite of passage for any fanficers out there who write from the Marauder era to write a sexy story about Sirius and Remus. Therefore, this is going to be a sexy sex story - only four chapters though.

Warnings: Drug references, explicit sex scenes, basically porn but without the visuals. Enjoy!

Chapter One

He isn't sure when he started hating it. He's nineteen; there's plenty ahead in life for him. But standing here, with Viagra in his hand and a bottle of water, with a naked man on the bed posing for pictures, Sirius doesn't understand how he even got into this profession.

Gosh, it's shocking. A rich, posh boy like him - turned to pornography. It's agony. Running around him are men and women; studio producers, cameramen, people on the costume crew.

'Come on Sirius,' a soft voice calls out to him. 'It's your turn for the pictures before it's time for the mutual blow jobs.'

He's disgusted at the way they talk to him; like he's nothing to them, not a person, just a tool for money. Because Sirius has a huge following and he sure does make a lot of money. Money. Something he didn't have to worry about pre-disownment. Now, it's what makes him whore himself out on camera.

Sirius lights up a cigarette, eyes on the man lying on the white bed, sunlight streaming through the windows and colliding with his black hair, turning it bluish. It's beautiful. Pictures of him smoking are goddamn popular.

He's already stark naked. On his body are a collage of tattoos; vibrant roses on his back, a signature on his perky arse, his dead brother's loopy initials on his collarbone, Chinese words wrapped around his thigh like a garter, fluid Latin just under his belly button. It's glorious and he loves how the tattoos look on him.

A woman approaches him and sprays his thick, jaw-length black hair with L'Oréal Professionnel Tecni Art Air Fix Spray. Then she dabs his face with a tiny bit of foundation and he sighs tiredly. It's so boring. He can feel his penis reacting to the Viagra he popped a few minutes ago and looks down at the renewed erection he has.

He exchanges places with the man who was previously sitting on the bed. Sirius smiles at him and the man grins back, as if to say, 'Oh, fuck me now please.'

As gracefully as he can, he throws himself on the bed, letting his limbs fall dramatically around him. His hair is tousled and his silver eyes smoulder. Sirius inhales from his cigarette and the smoke curls around him, darkening his already lustful eyes. He can turn it on for the camera instantly, just like he can turn it off when the crew aren't recording everything he is doing.

'Perfect,' the pervert behind the camera says, his eyes trained to Sirius's cock. This middle-aged man watches as the teenage boy moves on the bed, his long thick prick bouncing with each movement. Sirius licks his lips, cigarette perched between his index and middle fingers, and then he teasingly strokes his chest.

'This is fantastic Sirius, just a few more shots.'

'Can you not call me Sirius please? I don't want people knowing my actual name.' He says forcefully before posing once more.

'Sorry about that, what was it again?'

'Orion White.' He reasserts.

Then his head drops when he notices the photographer put his camera down. It's time, right? Time to fuck the guy near him until he sees stars - until the director and the rest of the crew are satisfied that Sirius Black will once again reap them the rewards they believe they deserve. But what on earth do they deserve these rewards for? Because they are exploiting him even more so than they have been doing for the past four months.

'Alright, I don't wanna have to break this up into scenes. That doesn't go down well with your viewers Black. So let's try to capture this in about twenty five to thirty minutes.'

Sirius looks at the handsome man near him, with all the right qualities, and yet lacking something so blindingly obvious, Sirius can't really work out what it is he's lacking. Something. Just something.

The director leaves the room, as do the costume crew and anyone who's not part of the camera crew really. Sirius feels more … at ease, but still terribly frightened. He always feels frightened when he's doing scenes like this.

He stands up and begins to dress, because it's so much sexier to undress one another rather than appear naked, seemingly out of the blue. When he's wearing his t-shirt, his jeans and he has his shoes and socks on, he sits on the bed. The man whose name he still does not know sits besides him and they exchange a smile, mostly on this unknown entity's part.

Then the main camera guy, Bob or whatever his name is, nods at them and the camera starts to roll.

'Introduce yourselves,' he says in a low voice, loud enough for the camera but not loud enough to take the attention away from the two rather handsome men before him.

'My name is Orion White, I'm almost twenty and I'm from Westminster.' He grins as charmingly as he can to the lens a few feet away from him and sinks in to the embrace the other man is giving him. Eager beaver, Sirius wants to laugh.

'I'm Tyler Bass and I'm twenty two. I'm from Hertfordshire, which is a rather boring place compared to London.'

Sirius is a good actor; maybe that's why he's so popular and prosperous in the porn industry. He throws back his head and laughs, leaving it on Tyler's shoulder. 'London really isn't all that amazing.'

'It seems like it is.'

'Well trust me when I say more bad comes out of living here than good...' Sirius kisses Tyler's cheek, who winks at the camera.

'So, who's bottoming?' Tyler asks Sirius. 'Because I haven't topped in a long time...' It's all fixed. They even have a fake coin with both sides that are heads so Sirius definitely tops. But it excites viewers; they anticipate the wait, they like wondering through the ten minutes of foreplay about who is going to be the ass and who is going to pound said ass.

'I wanna top too.' Sirius replies. 'Let's flip a coin.' He pulls out the coin from his pocket and perches is on his fingertips. Then he winks at Tyler. Sirius flips it. Then it lands on his hand. 'Call it.'

Tyler laughs tauntingly at him and puckers his lips before saying softly, 'Erm, tails?'

Sirius looks down at his coin and looks up at Tyler, angling it so only he can see and not the camera.

Tease...

'Alright.' He turns to the camera and says in that husky posh voice of his, 'You'll just have to wait and see who won I guess...' He grins and in all honesty is rather relieved at the fact that he does get to top.

Tyler leans up to kiss him and their lips meet in a soft battle, the aforementioned rolling on top of the nineteen year old and covering his whole body with his own slightly older one. They make out rather vigorously and Sirius hears himself moan first. He shivers. This Tyler guy is quite good at kissing. Then he feels the man start to pull off his shirt and he helps him, canting his hips so his trousers can get pulled off too. Sirius slowly, teasingly, pushes Tyler off him and like a tortoise, takes off his shoes like he has all the time in the world. But he doesn't. He has twenty two and a half minutes. His shoes fall with thuds to the ground and he groans low in his throat when he's thrown back onto the bed.

'Do you like when I touch you?'

Sirius honestly doesn't care much. He would rather just speed this up, so he nods despite his dignity, bashing around like an angry teenager and telling him to just get the fuck out of the mess he's gotten himself in. So he nods again just to reassert the fact that he does indeed like it when Tyler touches him.

'Good,' he says before he attaches his lips to Sirius's inked collarbone. He pants under his breath. He can feel his hard on pressing into Tyler's stomach and thrusts gently against him. They start kissing again and soon, they're both almost naked. Sirius throws Tyler's underwear over his head and pushes Tyler down, drawing the man's impressive prick into his mouth and sucking with earnest.

A salty bitter splash coats his tongue and he swallows it down, lapping at the head of Tyler's cock.

'Good god,' he breathes, thrusting into Sirius's mouth.

'Easy boy. We have time.' He breathes against his cock, looking up with those enormous gorgeous grey eyes of him and flicking his eyelashes. His cheekbones stand out magnificently when he goes down on people. And it seems as though Tyler loves it. Up and down. Down and up. Flicking his tongue. Swallowing. Hollowing his cheeks in. Swallowing again. Tyler is putty in his hands.

'Fuck Orion,' he pants, 'you're so good at this.'

Sirius uses this opportunity to swallow as much of Tyler as he can down his throat. The man gives a shout of surprise and then reaches down to pull Sirius away from his cock. 'You have no idea,' he says against Sirius's swollen red lips, 'how close you were to getting a mouthful of my cum.'

Sirius grins at him and gives his cock and appreciative squeeze. 'I had an idea.'

'You tease.' Tyler whispers into his ear before he flips them so he's on top now. He leaves a bruises kiss on each of Sirius's nipples before moving down to circle his navel with his tongue. 'When did you get this tattoo?' he asks.

Sirius gives out a breathy reply of, 'When I was sixteen.'

'What does it mean?' as the elder man is saying this, he's breathing directly over Sirius's clothed cock and grins up at him when he moans once more.

'It means "Love Conquers All".' Then he cries out when his Ralph Lauren boxers are pulled down his thighs and Tyler's hands are on his cock, slowly massaging, squeezing. Sirius has a nice prick, but then again, he can't exactly think that about himself can he? It's long and thick with a dark gathering of black silky pubes at the base. It stands tall and proud. He stretches his long pale limbs, the muscles in his arms and legs flexing.

'You have a gorgeous dick, might I just say.'

He laughs and then is cut off when his cock is swallowed by the overwhelmingly tight wet warm mouth of Tyler Bass. He puts his hands in the man's very soft hair and starts to fuck his face. Yes, aggressively so. And Tyler doesn't mind. He seems to be enjoying it, one hand pressed to Sirius's stomach to keep him from getting too rough, and the other stroking himself so he stays hard.

It feels like hours of ecstasy have gone by, but in reality it's been maybe ten minutes - consisting of 69 positions, rimming and of course, Sirius's favourite, getting his dick sucked some more.

One of the camera crew wave their hands in the air as a signal that they really need to be getting along now.

It's Sirius's turn to slide down Tyler's body. He presses kisses all over his body; to his neck, his chest, the firm muscles of his stomach, the soft skin of his legs, purposely gliding over his cock as he spreads Tyler's legs and sits between it.

Sirius looks at the camera and winks. 'I'm topping by the way.' He grabs the bottle of lube beside him and squirts a bit, the perfect amount actually, onto his fingers. Then he sneaks one between Tyler's legs and enters his finger. After half a minute, his second finger goes in, and then his third before Tyler is bouncing with enthusiasm.

The slightly older man snatches the condom from Sirius's fingers before he can and unwraps it for him before he puts it on for Sirius. They're both panting; words have sort of escaped them now. After another sweet kiss, empty but by the book nonetheless, Sirius situated himself between the man's slightly more tanned, hair-sprinkled, legs. He pressed his cock to the entrance and as smoothly as he can, slides in. He lets out a guttural, low moan and tosses his head back just as Tyler whimpers.

'Fuck,' Sirius breathes before he sets a slow and steady pace.

'You feel so good.' Tyler cries out, and when Sirius's thrusts grow harder and are slamming each and every time into his prostate, he's not even making anymore sense. He's just … existing. He's existing to maximise the amount of pleasure Sirius feels in a world meant to take away all the pleasure.

He can't remember the last he truly smiled, not for a camera or to get a job deal or anything.

Sirius wraps his hand around the light-haired man's throat and pounds into him. 'Say my name,' he pants.

'Orion, oh god, Orion ... don't stop...'

They switch positions a further three times, the last being the traditional and much anticipated doggy style, before Tyler cries out his release. He trembles and clenches around Sirius and it's perfect. Really, it's so tight he can hardly believe he hasn't come yet. Maybe because he's so turned on, he's turned off now. He's insensitive to the lips gliding down his neck, over his lips, between his thighs.

The scene ends with Tyler performing rather spectacular fellatio on Sirius, showing the camera the bucket-loads of cum in his mouth before swallowing and planting a solid kiss on Sirius's lips.

And as soon as the younger, silver-eyed man can get out of the room, he does. So what does he do after, you must be wondering? Well, of course he meets some of his friends, does a few lines of cocaine and smokes as much weed as his lungs can handle, until he's spinning, falling, tripping over the edge and there's no one there to catch him.

No one there to even care...

A/N: I'm really nervous about this, like I'm so nervous I've half a mind not to post it. But I do hope you've enjoyed it. The next chapter should be up tomorrow. It'll probably be around the same length. There are going to be four chapters so I hope you stick around to see its end.

Thanks xx