Title:The Game
Pairing:Remus Lupin & Sirius Black
Rating: M – for obvious reasons
Genre: Angst? Eventually romance? :)
Length:unknown…
Disclaimer: characters arenotmine. Credit goes to JK Rowling for creating such wonderful beings
Summary:"Let's play a game," You whispered. "the one who falls in love first is the loser."
A/N: WARNING… mature content
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I bucked to get you off me. Dammit, I felt so weak, especially since it was far from the full. Bucking surely did nothing but let you press your lips more firmly onto mine. That was when dread filled my veins. Oh God, you must have thought I was enjoying it?!
"Mmmm!"
With all the strength I had left, I flexed my knees and arched my back sharply it collided with your chest, breaking our lip lock instantly at the process. I found myself involuntarily shuddering at the loss of contact.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I hissed, glaring at you through the fringe that fell on my forehead.
"Play with me, Remus." You said indifferently, nudging your hips towards mine.
Terror. A shiver ran through me as I felt you through your pants. I felt my heart pulsing in my throat, cutting off the air that failed to circulate to my brain, explaining the dizziness. "Fuck. You're hard."
You bit your lip and nudged your hip forward again. "The rules are fairly simple: you can't fall in love with me and I can't fall in love with you. The one who does first, losses. No emotions, no attachments."
You moved closer again, trailing your nose along the side of my jaw and up towards my ear.
Oh, God. I found myself craning my head away to allow you access, my traitorous body responding perfectly with yours; to you.
I gasped when I felt you lick the shell of my ear. Merlin's beard, my body was responding more and more as you advanced. Plucking my buttons from their fastenings, the way your fingers nimbly and deftly worked while – merlin – you intentionally grazed the tips of your fingers on the skin that lingered untouched underneath the cloth. I gasped.
"Say you'll play with me," You whispered huskily, sucking my earlobe into your mouth, the warmth and moistness enveloping my whole being as you nipped. "Play with me, Remus."
You started to kiss down the side of my neck, languidly darting your tongue out to lick out specific areas of my neck that I never knew caused sensory overload. You grounded your hips on mine while you nipped on my collar bone.
"Siri – Sirius…Fuck! SIRIUS!"
I wrenched my hands from yours and-finally-pushed you. Hard. Something inside of me screamed at the sudden coolness that wafted across my exposed chest, at the gap I so painstakingly created. It screamed at me to pull you back and continue your wicked way with me…or perhaps the other way around. Gods, I've wanted this for so long, and yet here you are, right in front of me in your fully disheveled, lips-swollen-red-from-kissing glory and I push you away. I couldn't bring myself to accept it. It was so good. Hell, it was so fucking good, but everything good about it was so wrong.
The bed springs creaked as I shifted under and away from you, holding you at arm's length as I tucked my feet under me. Suddenly conscious of my nakedness I tucked the edges underneath my armpits and looked down, mentally calming the inner turmoil that threatened to slip from my control.
"Go to bed, Sirius. You're drunk; a lot of things happened today and you're obviously completely out of your right mind." I said without looking at you. "Sleep it off. We can talk about this-whatever this is-tomorrow."
I was trying so hard not to pinch the bridge of my nose in front of you, a gesture I'm sure you're familiar with, after every annoying - yet, admittedly, cute – plea, favor, whine that escapes that sensual mouth of yours. I was expecting for a defiant retort, a trait of yours that exceeds during your drunken state. But when none came, I dared to look up, deeply regretting that I did.
Wretched tears rimmed the edges of your deep gray eyes that bore right at my very core.
Damn you, I cursed inwardly as my heart leapt to my throat a second time. You don't know how badly you affect me.
"Sirius…Sirius, please don't do this." I pleaded, not realizing how exasperated I sounded. "This is wrong, you're drunk, you're not thinking straight." There were so many lines I could think of to turn you off, so many reasons why this was such a stupid idea. But through the lines I could barely make out, there were subtle hints of what I really wanted to say. I don't want to hurt myself. You're my friend. I love you.
"Please, Remus." You said instantly, the verge of crying so evident in your voice. "Please, help me forget. That's all I ask. You…I…You don't have to do anything, please. Just help me forget."
Something painful stabbed me right in the chest at your words. I winced at the pained expression you had.
Against all the forces of nature, my screaming conscience and of all the things I thought were right, I lifted myself from where I sat and moved towards you. I closed the gap between us and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Once in contact I felt you tense, but eventually you relaxed and held me close.
"Just this once." I murmured against your lips.
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"Remus." You gasped and pushed my pyjama top from my shoulders.
I pulled back and worked on yours, marveling at that Quidditch toned body and how it ripped under my touch. When the last button was free of its restraint, so did ours. There was a frantic need to touch anything; everything. You pushed your hands through my hair, kneading my scalp and pulling me closer while our lips mingled in a slow dance. While your hands were doing wonders on my scalp, I, on the other hand, skimmed mine over your supple skin, earning a gasp from you. Merlin, you're so beautiful.
You groaned when I brushed my hands over your nipples. You pushed my down; devouring me lips in a frenzied need for touch, climbed over me and straddled my hips. A moan erupted from the back of my throat.
At one point I forgot how to breathe. When I gasped, you slanted your head and angled our lips perfectly, with my mouth slightly opened, you took that chance to subtly slip your tongue into my mouth, running it lightly across the ridges of my hard palate, my teeth, my tongue.
Merlin's beard. I never kissed like this way before, nor was it done to me up until now. I moaned into your mouth and arched my back while you coaxed me to do the same.
Once our torsos touched, a cord that had been stretched thin inside me snapped. A growl ripped from my throat and I pushed you down, switching our positions swiftly.
"Yes." You moaned when our lips dislodged.
I was horror-struck when I found myself pushing your legs apart and settling in between them. I was no longer in control. I raked my fingers to your sides, earning a mixture between a hiss and a moan of "Oh YES!" that went straight to my cock. I nipped, licked, and bit the area where your oh so delectable neck met your shoulder.
The friction of my pyjama bottoms against your groin felt so fucking good. I canted my hips in a steady rhythm, your moans becoming the anchor that held my lust-fogged mind in check.
You met my thrusts with a rise if your hips and I was lost. I pushed you against the head board, drinking in the scent of sex and sweat, mixed with the essence of Sirius Black. Then you grasped my hair and kissed me hard, our rhythm becoming frantic and unsteady.
You moaned, "Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes." Over and over, driving what little control I had to the brink of insanity. Then I heard it. It was so soft yet still very audible. It was HIS name that you were calling.
I thrusted - harder, faster - until you clutched me to you and came. Your shudders were all it took for me to lose it. I collapsed on you with a groan, our breathing erratic as was the beating of our hearts. So synchronized yet yours was figuratively miles away despite the proximity.
Sated, I pushed myself off you and looked down at you, the evidence of our lust induced frenzy marring our pants and chests.
Unable to take in out post-come appearance, I rushed to the bathroom and slumped against the door, sliding down and clutching my fringe in a vice-like grip. That was what I needed, Pain; pain that ripped through my core, my very soul. A shudder ripped through my body.
A pity-fuck. That was all it was and will remain to be.
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"Remus." Thwack. "Remus." Thwack. "Remus."
Grabbing out roughly onto the hand that contained an over-stuffed pillow, ready to hit me on the side and stopping it just in time before it did, I muttered sleepily under my pillow covered head. "Do that again and I swear you won't hear of another Potter for the next 20 generations."
A chuckle and my eyes were suddenly filled with obnoxious bright light. I squinted.
"Breakfast, mate. You wouldn't want to miss it." James said all too enthusiastically as he dropped my pillow on the foot of the bed and landed unceremoniously beside me.
I glared and sat up, rubbing my eyes. Too bloody early for this shit.
"Woah! Warn a bloke will you!" James cried, throwing the earlier discarded pillow towards me. He huffed irritatedly and pulled the curtain shut. "Put on a shirt!"
I looked down at my naked chest and smirked. "Honestly, James. It's as if you haven't seen me without a shirt before."
"Yeah, well, I'm not used to seeing half naked men early in the morning."
I kicked the covers off and looked down at my pants, a clean pair. I sighed and placed the pillow on the head of the bed and held out a hand beyond the curtain. "Hand me a shirt please."
I felt cloth brush my fingers and I drew it quickly inside. Quickly putting them in, I stepped out of the bed and looked at the three empty beds that greeted me. "The others?"
James shrugged. "Peter's waiting in the common room."
I looked at him. "Sirius?"
An irritated look flashed in his face. "Been gone all morning. Probably in the great hall already, who knows?"
With a nod I grabbed my bath necessities and a pair of clean clothes and headed towards the bathroom. This was going to be along Saturday.
A/N: whooo… done. ugh, short I know. I'm sorry. I'll keep it a bit longer next time!
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