Chapter 3: Oh, I can't believe you.
A/n: We are skipping around in time, and I know that changed the whole dynamic of the Harry Potter world, but... change is good, Yes? Also, I am writing this while high on narcotics after dental surgery. It might not make any sense at all. :P Also, kids... these are just getting naughtier and naughtier...
Remus Lupin chucked his harsh, tattered robes to the floor of his quarters within the Hogwarts Castle. He had been the new Defense against the dark arts teacher for a few weeks now, and he believed the curse of the position was finally broken. Two curses must counter-act one another, right?
It had been an exhausting day, and the pull from the upcoming moon was putting not only his mood on edge, but his joints felt as if they were on fire. The lycanthropic wizard waved his wand lightly over an intricately decorated porcelain tea cup. A soft bubbling brought forth a calming scent of Rosemary.
He settled tenderly into the velutinous royal armchair he was given, the ease of his bones escaping his lips in an exasperated sigh. Just a quick page, and tea before bed, he concluded, reaching under the side table and shoveling into his lap an ancient tome.
The spine whined, and burst of dust bellowed as the text was forced open, and flipped through cautiously by the aging man. The playful lick of shadows distracted the studious man as his vision focused on the translucent scars that scattered and danced in an oblivious pattern across the expanses of his wiry fingers.
A shadow shifted in his peripherals, and his head shot up.
The industrious professor felt his mouth instantly dry as the transformation took place before him. What had first appeared to be a great, shaggy huddle in the corner, barely graced by firelight, soon turned into a ghostly shell of a man. Gnarled hair, once onyx silk, was matted and weaved with flecks of gray. A waxy jacket of skin was forced tightly over sharp, angular features- causing the wearer to look nearly skeletal. His eyes, as Remus remembered them once to be silver. A bright sterling, were dark, empty, lifeless.
The sunken orbs scanned the room uneasily, attempting to find something to defend himself if Remus were to strike, is what he gathered. The silence was so dense, both men appeared to be unable to speak. The seated man dropped the archaic literature to the floor with a vicious smash, the sudden feeling of suffocation brought him to his feet.
Remus inched closer to the intruder. The mans' dead eyes only met the floor, his stance shrunk the closer the more able-bodied man got.
"Black." The slight man ducked his head slightly at the academic mans' quip tone. Haunted eyes met glittering amber, and the convict immediately melted to the floor in the distraught mess.
After a copious amount of tears, a few stints of anger, and a broken tea pot, Sirius Black was sitting in the tub attached to the suite Remus was staying in, whilst the professor scrubbed the prisoner diligently. The scales of dirt and filth were now washed away, and the pale flesh of the man was now tinged with a hint of pink. His hair, though still streaked with grey was separated into individual strands, and behaving after 12 years of dishevelment.
The silence was still substantial as the taller man stepped out of the murky water and into the stream of warm liquid swelling and descending from the shower head. Remus left the man to care for the rest of his hygiene, excusing himself back to his forgotten tea.
"Oh gods.." He whispered softly as his lips pursed, and he sipped his cold tea. A brittle rattle came from the china as Remus discovered his hands were trembling.
'What am I to do? Should I tell Dumbledore? Knowing him though, he already knows.. What about Harry? I don't know if I can trust hi-' The cup spilled from his weak hands, shards of earthenware scattered about the chill stone floor. The man who exited the wash room was not the same man Remus had seen curled in the corner only a few hours before.
A flash of the man whom Remus used to love rounded the corner, his famished frame dripping with beads of water, rolling to a halt at the downy towel resting low on his sharp hips. Silhouetted muscles still remained, and his now charmed teeth were no longer a grotesque shade. A hint of the dazzling smile that once brought Remus to his knees ghosted over the other mans gaunt, and somehow still handsome features.
"S-Sirius.." His breath was just above a whisper.
"R-Remus." Sirius playfully stuttered, his voice hoarse from lack of use for what Remus imagined to be years. The nearly clad man approached the now Hogwarts teacher, his boney fingers grasping firmly on the other mans' shoulders. "I missed you. The thought of coming back to you was the only thing that kept me sane..." His words almost inaudible, his full lips chapped, muscles moving in now foreign ways.
Not a sound left Remus as he closed the gap between them, his lips brushing over the others.
Remus didn't want to think about how long it has been since he had held another person. About as long as the other man he suspected, considering Sirius had been the last man to lay in his bed. The aching, and downright primal need was apparent with both of them, their bodies responding far quicker then they would have imagined.
Remus felt the backs of his legs gently hit the plush from the mattress was he pulled the man down atop him. Sirius was a lot lighter then the last time they had participated in any bedroom adventures, and Remus got the distinct feeling he needed to stay where he was, in fear of breaking the other man, who seemed so frail, so fragile.
The thoughts of weakness were dismissed as Sirius ground into Remus' hips with a tantalizing groove. His breath hot, and heavy as he showered the man below him with years of absent kisses. The normal control the man below prided himself with was thrown out the window along with any fear that anyone would find out that in his room right now he was hiding, and harboring the infamous Sirius Black. The wolf thrashed to reach the surface. His mate had returned.
A moaning plea left the submissive man as he bucked his hips to meet the grinding of his partners. After only a few more moments more of this, there was a pile of cloth strewn on the floor beside the men.
"Oh fuck..." Hissed Remus as his flushed skin made contact with an equally heated body. His fingers wrapping themselves around Sirius' hair, pulling him down into another tantalizing kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, teeth clashing, curses shot out as they became comfortable with intimacy once again.
"It's been... so long." Sirius croaked from the curve between his lovers neck and shoulder. His teeth seizing the tender flesh in nips he hoped would stay into the next day. "If this is a dream, please... don't wake me up." Sirius' body was trembling as emotions overruled him. His hardened length rutting against Remus', slipping under and stimulating his entrance with taps and nudges, begging for permission. Subconsciously, the werewolf spread his legs to allow the animagi to explore as much as he pleased.
Taking the hint Sirius licked and nipped his way down the sandy haired mans' torso, paying close attention to each scar and sharp angle he came in contact with. Leaving a trail of saliva down to the light amber trail of hair leading to his own achingly hard member. The black haired man bypassed Remus' tempered erection, instead focusing on the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh, leading around the silk of his scrotum. His tongue danced gingerly, snaking further down towards his opening, only to saunter back up to catch the come collecting, and dripping casually down his feverish cock.
A string of obscene words rushed past Remus' muffled speech causing the man at work to chuckle lightly into the warm skin he was surrounded with. The vibration from his lips brought an electric pulse that shook the earnest man to his core. Fingers found damp, coal colored hair, and clenched tightly. Remus wasn't sure how much more of this teasing he could take, as the arousal in his loins gained alarming momentum.
A balmy tongue caressed the delicate, and tight ring of muscle guarding the amber haired mans' passage. The simple gesture caused the werewolfs' hips to gyrate involuntarily, and a boisterous howl to leave his body. Watching in awe at the breathtaking man splayed out before him, the animagi stroked the area with increased pressure, eager to see the response.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" His tone was sharp, and didn't leave room for interpretation. Without a moments' hesitation Sirius bounded uneasily to his feet, and lent between the mans legs. He was sure to brush both their members together before aligning himself, and mounting past the muscled barrier.
"Fill me up, Siriu-uhhh.. Shit." Sirius' face splint into a wicked grin, he missed how filthy the other Marauder could be. His sharp tongue, and colourful demands were something that always drove Sirius so close to climax.
He lost all control as the head of his length was enveloped within the scalding, velvety compartment. His throbbing member buried full hilt in the man, Sirius slinging the ankles of the submissive up to rest on his shoulders as he thrust with pure abandon.
The words Remus shouted were no longer intelligible. The grunts and moans Sirius hushed heightening in volume the closer they got. Their arousal uncoiled, and they both came simultaneously.
The bedclothes were silky, and the body nestled under his chest was warm and inviting. An absent hand rested on his back, stimulating the nerves and causing shivers to course up his spine. This was the first time Remus awoke, his cheeks sore from smiling. It was almost as if the man had never gone, like nothing had changed.
The intimacy of the moment was short-lived however, as Remus shot up quickly in his bed, remembering the responsibilities he now had as an educator. Planting a firm kiss on Sirius' lips, Remus jumped to his feet and bolted into the bathroom. After a quick shower, and hurried dress, Remus lectured Sirius, in between chaste kisses, to not leave the room under any circumstances. He would return in between classes, and after lunch and dinner with food for the surely famished man.
After a stubborn pout, Sirius finally agreed, raising to shower himself.
A faint hue of pink, and a golden twinkle in his eye seemed to be a permanent fixture on Remus that day. He had just gotten back from a filling breakfast with his fellow professors, and was watching as the third year Gryffindors and Slytherins filed into his classroom, and took their seats on opposing sides of the stone laced room.
A smile tugged on his lips as he remembered the rivalry him and his friends had with the Slytherin house. Something's never change.
Mentally doing roll call, he was pleased to find that everyone had made it to his class.
"Settle down, class. Settle down." His voice was huskier than usual. He cleared his throat and patiently waited for everyone to get seated, and dispel their conversations.
"Who knows of, or has used the Revulsion Jinx?" Remus was not surprised when Hermione was the only one in the class to raise her hand.
A quick nod, and she hurriedly explained, "Revulsion or Relashio is from the French verb 'relâcher' which means to release, or to be set free. It is a spell that forces a person or object to release it's hold on something. It can also be used to repel an object or person, with the force of another object." She finished the spiel with a single breath, and was left beaming when Remus smiled, and complimented her on her continually extensive knowledge of spells.
"Very good Miss Granger. We are going to be practicing this specific Jinx on Grindylows today. I want you to all take out your text books, and read up on this fascinating creature. And yes, Mr. Finnigan, I will be giving you all a verbal quiz on the creature. I have a few in the tank on the far wall that have come from the Black Lake. If anyone is interested, you can watch them before we test out the spell. This is dangerous, hence why I want you to do -independent- research before hand. I want to test your knowledge when put in a real life situation."
After the groaning of text work had subsided, the class chatted eagerly about the practical application of the assignment. A few teamed up in order brainstorm the best course of action. Remus wanted to see what they would do on their own, but the greatest thinking came from groups, he knew this from the advanced and fantastic things him and his friends has succeeded in, while in school, so he didn't mention to the teams, and allowed them to work amongst themselves. He noticed that the "golden trio" was whispering excitedly, Hermione eyeing the tank as if Christmas had come early.
Remus chuckled, making his way back to his desk. The splintered oak was once polished, but years of spell reaction and possibly a few curses left it worse for wear. He didn't mind though, he felt it matched his own tattered mystique.
While the students were researching, he thought he would get a head start on a little bit of grading before the moon that coming weekend. The asked McGonagall to oversee the class, and he knew she was going to give them plenty of work to do, and quite a bit of work for him to score upon his return.
The second his legs slipped under the wide desk he felt a warm hand travel up the seam of his tattered pants. His heart clambered against his rib cage, he was shocked the class didn't screech to a halt by the mere sound of it. He didn't dare glance under the table, he already knew who was there. Attempting to ignore the second time intruder he pulled a large sum of parchment from the corner, resting it right in front of him.
Sirius' thumb soothed his quivering thighs, traveling up at a painfully slow pace. He knew this was risky, but he was so hard, and couldn't resist pleasuring the man, especially after hearing him in such a position of authority. The fantasy of teacher and student ran though his mind, his fingers rubbing gently against the ever growing bulge in the professors trousers.
Remus shifted uncomfortably, trying his hand at focusing. His throat was bone dry, his fingers shaking at the very real possibility of getting caught. He found himself reading the same line of the same essay four or five times before resting his forehead in his hand, and breathing a heavy sigh.
Sirius took the shifting as an opportunity to stealthily undo the corduroy bottoms, allowing Remus' erection to spring to life. He knew he was on borrowed time, and didn't waste another second. Hiking up on his knees, he wrapped his lips around the head of the girthy member. He could feel the arousal pulsing against his tongue. Remus let out a little yelp upon impact, but covered it up with a quick clearing of his throat and a sip of tea.
The man under the desk noticed Remus shifting his hips in a fluid motion, to match his mouth. Dismissing that freedom, knowing that one of the students would notice, Sirius grasped both slender hips tightly, secured them in place while swallowing the man whole. The head tickled the back of his throat as he hummed silently, bringing vibration to the base of Remus' cock. He heard the professors breath hitch. Smirking around he member, he used his tongue to tease the fleshy scrotum with every bob of his head.
Remus groaned inwardly. He couldn't remember being so turned on in his entire life. His eyes lidded with lust as he stared blindly out into the crowd of students. Hermione sensed eyes on her, and turned towards the man in charge. Something about the way Lupins eyes were glossed over deep in thought, and his full lips parted, mouthing something inaudible, made a blush dust her girlish features, and a rush of blood descend to her lower regions.
She hmm'd lightly, tearing her eyes away from the perplexing scene, and crossing her legs harshly.
Remus was close, he could feel it. He needed a push.. something. Just as he closed his eyes, and drank in a gush of delicious oxygen, he felt a finger dip into his now loosened pants, and begin to prob at his tender entrance.
His vision smoldered in a blind passion, and he bit his lip to keep from calling out. His gaze locked with the sparkling chocolate colored eyes of Hermione Granger as he felt himself unload into the wanting mouth of convicted murder Sirius Black.