Prompt Two: Bad
Want You Bad
It was a truth universally acknowledged that Remus Lupin was a goody-two-shoes. He was kind, thoughtful, caring, polite, blah, blah, blah, and all of those other things that make someone a good person. He was the complete opposite of the other marauders, but Sirius – and the others (but mostly Sirius, because, in his opinion, he was the only one who counted; after all, Remus was going with him, not James or Peter) – liked him anyway…well, most of the time.
Sirius loved that Remus was good. He liked the innocence, the shyness, the modesty, and, most of all, the irony (who'd ever heard of a good werewolf?), but sometimes he wanted Remus bad; really bad. He wanted to see the wicked, bad-boy werewolf he knew was hidden underneath all of that goody fluff, because, to be honest, he was getting a little bored, and a bored Sirius Black was never a good thing.
Therefore, with that thought in mind, Sirius formed a plan to coax the bad out of Remus – subtly, of course. However, because it was Sirius, things didn't exactly go as planned, and this was mostly because Sirius didn't have a subtle bone in his body.
"Hey Remmie," he said, plopping down in the werewolf's lap. They were in the common room, and Remus had been sitting on the couch reading a book – surprise, surprise.
Remus cocked an amused, yet slightly irritated eyebrow. "What do you want Sirius?"
"I want you bad," Sirius said bluntly. Oh, nicely done, Black, he thought. So much for subtle.
Remus rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "First," he said, "you have horrible grammar. Second, just because you have a hugely overactive libido, doesn't mean that I'm ready whenever you decide that you are."
Sirius shook his head. "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Although," he added as an afterthought, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "I'm completely up for a go if you are."
Remus pushed his boyfriend off of him disgustedly, cheeks tinted a slight pink. "Honestly, Sirius, must you always be so lewd?"
"Oh, come on Rem! At least let me finish before you ignore me again!"
Remus sighed. "Fine. What did you mean?"
"I meant I want you bad," Sirius said again, leaning to whisper into the werewolf's ear. "You know, naughty."
Remus stared at him flatly, although the hue of his cheeks darkened significantly. "You interrupted me to tell me that you wanted me to be naughty." It wasn't a question.
It was Sirius' turn to flush. "Well, uh, yes."
Remus shut his book with a snap, and rose to his feet.
"Wait, Rem, I'm sorry! Don't go, I -,"
"Oh, Sirius, be quiet," his boyfriend snapped. "And meet me in the Room of Requirement in an hour. I'll show you just how naughty I can be."
Sirius' eyes widened, and then he grinned. "Is that a threat or a promise?"
Remus looked back, eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll see."
