Moony's Fire's Choice

"Sirius, no, I will NOT do that!"

"Sirius, no, I will NOT do that!" Remus Lupin nearly squealed as the handsome, sixteen-year-old Sirius Black advanced upon him as a predator does its prey.

They tawny-haired boy knew not whether to laugh or scream as his companion payed his defiant shriek no attention and continued his prowling across their dormitory. There was a look glinting in Sirius' stormy eyes that Remus was just all too familiar with. Sirius wasn't kidding.

Remus' thin lips cracked an involuntary grin as the ebony haired boy before him quickly wrapped his strong, pale arms around the lycanthrope's slender waist before he could escape. Within seconds, Sirius' breath was tickling Remus' neck as he threw his debonair face into the gap between the werewolf's neck and shoulder.

"Please, Moony?" Sirius begged in a most seductive tone, "For me?"

Remus rolled his eyes as he brought a hand to his mate's silky black tresses, stroking it with as even a rhythm as a beating heart. "But, why, Sirius?" he questioned in an exasperated tone, as Sirius head nuzzled farther into his neck, breathing ghosts upon it.

"Because," Sirius said quietly, followed by a dramatic pause, "I want you to." He pulled his face from Remus' and began shoving the lycanthrope across the Sixth Year dormitory and into the bathroom attached to it.

Remus only half-heartedly fought with the animagus, knowing he'd never be able to overpower the Beater's muscles of the boy urging him forward against his will.

"But, Sirius," Remus began again, a new line of protest coming to him, "What if James or Peter come in?"

The ebony boy laughed his infamous bark-like laugh. "Nice try, Moony," he said still chuckling as he continued pushing the werewolf towards the bathroom, "But you know I'll just seal the door like I always do."

The tawny boy nodded in defeat. He had no other arguments, hence leaving him with no way of getting out of this one. He twisted in the other boy's grasp, to face him before he was locked into the small bathroom behind him. "You owe me for this, Padfoot," he growled in a state of perfection only a werewolf could have.

Sirius only laughed as he clicked the door shut on his mate's aggravated face. He turned to the door marking the exit of the dormitory and sealed in with two whispered spells. The animagus couldn't help but smile at the thought of what he'd gotten the normally conservative Remus Lupin to do. Tonight, he was going to have fun.

"Don't forget what I told you to say!" Sirius called across the dormitory to the reply of angry snarls and mutterings from the lycanthrope. Sirius fell into yet another bout of silent laughter at the sound.

Ten minutes passed before either boy spoke again. This time, it was Remus who broke the silence. "Padfoot!" He called through the wooden door behind which he was concealed, "Do I really have to say that?"

Said Marauder fell into mirth once again, though he could not keep silent about it. "Yes, Moony," he managed to gasp out between waves of laughter, "You most definitely have to say it!"

More grumbled reverberated from the bathroom as the brass doorknob turned slowly. Sirius watched with excited anticipation as the lycanthrope finally stepped from the shadows of the small cubicle behind him.

With a long, low sigh, the werewolf sent a glare towards Sirius, before muttering in his best French accent, "What can I do for you M'sieur?"

Sirius couldn't stop himself from bursting out in the most exuberant laughter he'd ever experienced. "Moony, I love you," he said in sheer glee as he looked over the werewolf's attire.

Standing before him, was Remus Lupin, donning a perfectly cliched French maid's outfit either boy had ever seen, what with it's frilled sleeves and black satin skirt.

"Can I please take this off now?" Remus pleaded earnestly, as he absent-mindedly plucked at the frilly apron tied around his waist.

Sirius stood from his bed, shaking his head defiantly, "No, you may not." With that, he grasped the lycanthrope and pulled him haphazardly back to his red-covered, four-poster bed, his grin never faltering.

"Now, come on, Moony. This dirty boy needs cleaning."

I hope you liked it, especially you, Moony's Fire, since this was your idea. Feedback and more ideas are always welcome!

Prongsie :)