Sirius' King & Remus' Servant.

When Remus arrived at the house, he knew he was late. Oh yes. They would have started without him. Not that this was in any way fair, of course. But still. He could hear the hard music, and as soon as he entered the hallway he noticed the air was sweaty and thick. People were absolutely everywhere, bumping into one-an-other roughly, but as soon as they noticed Remus' appearance, they stopped. Yes, trust mighty Gryffindors to realise when their King arrived. With a swoop all of a sudden everyone was on their knees, bowing in front of Remus. He smiled happily, and James appeared in a doorway.

"Ah! There is our King! We were afraid we were going to have to go without you!" He was carrying the crown, and came over to Remus, bowing too. Helping Remus out of his jacket—it was wet with rain, nasty weather—and then handing him a cup firewhiskey, he shouted: "To our new King!" Everyone got up, raising their cup like James'. "And long may he shall live!"

Remus was a bit overwhelmed when everyone started cheering and coming over to him with presents.

"Now, now," James said, steering Remus towards the living room. "Let our King get to his seat first. He must be rather tired. The weather is absolutely dreadful."

They flopped down on soft seats, and in seconds Remus was completely surrounded with people and their presents. He grinned sheepishly, because although he didn't like to admit it, he was rather fond of gifts. As always, James didn't give him anything. Oh no, James' gift was not materialistic. James' gift was of flesh and blood. And Remus tried not to think about it too much. He couldn't just abandon all those people right now. He needed to converse a bit first, because, after all, it was his birthday.

By the time the last person had given Remus his gift, James had already refilled his cup—twice. But Remus was happy. Yes, he was.

"So," James suddenly whispered. "My gift is waiting for you outside," He got up, guiding Remus to follow his lead. "Follow the rose petals." He pointed at the floor and gave Remus a little push.

Now that James mentioned it, there were indeed little rose petals scattered over the floor. He watched the trail closely following it slowly, and didn't even notice that James was following him, or that Lucius had joined them. (What could he say, he didn't like leaving James alone for too long, with all those half-naked boys around.) The trail leaded to the backdoor, and Remus slid it open, only to be engulfed by cold- and wetness. He felt someone push at his back, and suddenly the rain wasn't hitting him anymore. Looking back, he noticed that someone had closed the door, and draped the curtains in front of the windows. Then he faced the yard again. There was a big sail floating in the air, and lots of lanterns. The rose petals led on, ending with the silhouette of one Sirius Orion Black, resting on a wide bench. In all honesty; Remus nearly ran over to him, hardly being able to control his temper, but he restrained. He kept some of the proud demeanour, and statically walked over to Sirius.

As soon as Sirius heard someone approach, he turned around, to see who it was. And when it was Remus, he nearly pounced. How long had he been waiting for this? Oh, so very long. James had been harsh on the both of them. He'd said that if they were really in love, they should prove this. Or, simply said, he'd forbidden them to even as much as hold hands, until it was Remus' birthday. After that, they could be together all they liked.

Remus carefully approached the seat, noticing for only a second the little table next to it, with two cups and a bottle of firewhiskey. Really, it was all they drank at these birthday parties.

"I was waiting for you, my King," Sirius gave a little bow as Remus sat down next to him. Oh, Remus' eyes trailed over Sirius' body, this was going to be good. "James went through a lot of trouble to make this a bit of a surprise. He even giftwrapped me."

He gestured at his tunic, which was held together with four colourful ribbons. Two at the shoulders and two at his sides.

"Will you not unpack your present?" Sirius asked innocently.

Remus looked up. He was such a tease. With all the fake-innocence, and the biting his lip slightly. When he reached up to Sirius' shoulder, Sirius' eyes fluttered shut, and his own hand was shaking violently. He loosely tugged at the strings, and the tunic fell down, exposing Sirius chest and lower stomach. The white cloth was barely concealing Sirius' anatomy and he opened his eyes again, when nothing else happened. Remus was trembling with nerves and expectancy, enjoying the view without actually doing anything.

"Will you not touch me, my King?" He questioned silently.

They locked eyes and Remus nervously touched Sirius' shoulder. The simple touch drove shivers up his spine and his fingers got a pleasant tingly sensation, pooling down to his groin. Sirius' eyes closed on impact, and he gently took Remus' hand, slowly moving it down his own body. The mere vision of Sirius, touching himself with Remus' hand, made him hard in an instant. There was no way to describe how much he wanted this—how hard waiting for this had been.

The bulge underneath the fallen tunic was now pretty obvious, but instead of travelling Remus' hand there, he removed it, and let it slid up his leg. Their entwined hands went up and up and up, until they met soft cloth, and Sirius released Remus. His eyes stayed and Remus bent over to softly kiss his lips. It'd been so long, how Remus had gone without those lips upon his own, was beyond him.

Soon their shared kisses became more fervent, as minutes past, and Remus' hands stayed plastered on Sirius' skin. Sirius fingers were working along his King's clothes, but with all the heart-warming touches it was hard to focus on anything, really. When Sirius finally managed to undress his King, Remus tugged off the white fabric from around his hips and pulled him close against his body.

Sirius' breathing was possibly ragged, little pants hot against the other's ear. His body was like nothing Remus had seen before, glistering marble, the places where Remus' fingers touched burning underneath.

"Oh please," Sirius moaned hoarsely when his King's hand slipped up, sinfully close, but only just reaching the thigh. "Please make me yours."

He didn't need to tell Remus twice. The moans carried off on the tick air, as Remus' slit up, touching where they weren't supposed to be touching, deliciously soft and with just enough power so Sirius was writhing against him. He had enjoyed his night of being overruled, but he couldn't deny that the feeling of overpowering Sirius was quite amazing too. To know that there was no one in this world that had seen Sirius as he was now, to know that he was the only one that could make him squirm like that. Oh, and that he was the only one that could erupt those small noises from him, it was quite magnificent.

Sirius cried out loudly when Remus' movements ceased, somewhere between telling him not to stop and begging him to "please don't."

The King's hands moved back and pulled Sirius on top of him. Sirius put his sweaty forehead against Remus' shoulder, tensing up when he realised what was to come.

"Relax Love," Remus cooed softly in his ear. "I wouldn't want to hurt you."

Sirius' lifted his head, and stared into Remus' eyes for a split second, then their lips touched and Sirius lowered himself onto his King's body. He hissed harshly, struggling to take in Remus deeper, but finding it a bit more painful than he'd expected. He proved he could handle it by letting Remus take him to the brim, making his King purr softly at the tightness.

Then all was still. Neither of them moved. And the feeling wasn't unpleasant—Sirius just wanted more friction, he was positive he was about to come right there.

"My King," he tried feebly, his voice thick with lust and love. "Is something wrong?"

"I can't move..." Remus' voice croaked. "If I move, I'll come."

"Isn't that generally the idea of having sex? Besides the proving that you're madly in love?"

Remus lifted an eyebrow, and slowly pulled out, thrusting back in. Sirius hung his head back and purred in delight. They started a nice rhythm, making sure not too push Remus' buttons too much. They were both sure that they were nearly there, but their climax kept on being postponed as the King stopped every couple of thrusts. Their bodies were slick against each other's and Sirius' hands were constantly travelling over his King's torso, never leaving his hip, where he'd marked him months ago. His fingers petted the spot as Remus stirred something deep inside of him, and his body shook violently, through the constant movements.

"I..." Remus breath cooled Sirius shoulder as he pulled out and pushed in again. "I need you to be mine, let me make you mine."

The atmosphere was thick with pants and moans, whilst Sirius nodded weakly, reaching back to the table. He was fully prepared for this part, knowing that the adrenaline of being inside the one you love, was cutting edge. Remus slowed down their practically none-existent pace even more. He covered Sirius' hands with his own, and together they put the knife against Sirius' hipbone.

"Will it hurt?" Sirius asked feebly.

Remus nodded. He removed himself from Sirius' body completely and slammed back in, harder then before. Sirius yelped, fleeing into his King's arms, and unconsciously driving the blade into his own skin. He sobbed quietly, and heard Remus laugh.

"Bastard," he panted out. "You couldn't-" another deep thrust but this time Sirius didn't move. Remus lightly pushed him away, so he could reposition himself, and the knife as well. "Warn me?"

Remus' hand fit tightly around Sirius, and as he pushed in again, he stroke another time, and made sure their bodies were so close that Sirius was rubbing against him. The noise it elected was something between a husky outcry and a grunt of pain, and Remus absolutely loved it.

"I'm King Love," Remus purred in Sirius ear, and Sirius panted. The knife abandoned its position for a minute, and the King travelled the slick tip over Sirius' hard member. The precome mixed lightly with the blood, and Sirius shivered at the cold metal against his flaming skin. "I can do whatever I want, remember?"

"You—Ahn!-" Remus rammed back into Sirius, connecting Sirius' backside with his waist in a hard, fluid motion, whilst slowly rubbing Sirius' tip with his own thumb as well as Sirius, since their hands were still entwined. It drove Sirius utterly insane, and got him seeing sparks. "Could be nice—Hn! Fuck!" He bit his lips hard as Remus repeated his earlier actions.

"This isn't nice?" He panted with some difficulty. "I thought you were quite enjoying yourself."

Remus brought the knife back to Sirius hip and cut him again—the one thing Sirius would always find unfair: and 'S' needed three lines, an 'R' four. Sirius made a very indecent noise, much like a very expensive hooker would. He wrapped his legs around Remus' waist, and pushed himself up by his arms, head hung back in ecstasy. The blade was rested somewhere between them, while Remus watched, transfixed, as Sirius impaled himself on his cock, pushing up again in rough, edgy motions that made Remus himself groan. Their voices mixed in the hot air, and Remus suddenly grabbed Sirius' waist and stopped him from ridding him any longer.

"Stop—" he groaned. "Or you'll make me come."

"Haven't we—" he broke free from Remus' grasp and wrapped his arms around his waist, so they violently connected again. They both howled out at the sudden impact, raw and pure. Sirius went to push himself off again, but Remus stopped him.

"Just let me get out and then we can—"

Sirius shook his head violently.

"No, my King," he gently wiggled his hips. "I want you to come inside."

Remus' eyes widened.

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

More wiggling.

"Very sure."

Remus connected their lips and lay Sirius down, repositioning himself again. He checked his angle and drove into his lover's body, making the man shriek and arch his back. They kept a wild, hard rhythm this time, the King making sure his servant enjoyed every second, and when they were almost there, he carved the final line into the body writhing underneath his own. Sirius came with a loud outcry of Remus' name, the words carrying on with the wind, and Remus followed only seconds later, shouting 'Sirius!' up to the sky.

They were very, very sticky, and didn't even have anything to clean themselves with. Their breathing was hard, as Remus eased down next to Sirius, satisfied and in love. Sirius exhaled hot breathe against Remus and lay down onto his chest.

"Wauw. Absence makes the sex better."

Remus just laughed and kissed his head.

"We're together now, right?" Sirius asked softly and sudden. Remus frowned at him. "I mean... or do you don't wanna be?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" Remus murmured. "You're my birthday gift. I have to keep you, I don't really have a choice." But he still kissed Sirius' lips, as if to say: 'If I had, I'd still keep you.'

Sirius smiled and rolled in between his King's legs, settling with his head against the other's lower stomach. He kissed it softly and then suddenly they heard doors sliding and looked up.

James was making his ways with what appeared to be a tile of hot water, and fresh clothes.

"Here you go, my King," he made a bow, putting the tile at the end of the long chair. "You should come inside though, it's going to be a rather cold night." He bowed again, gave a wink and left.

"We should get cleaned up." Remus mumbled.

"Please, not yet." Sirius said. He reached down for the clothes, and covered their cooling bodies with them. "Let's enjoy this a moment longer, my King."

Remus lazily nodded, his eyes drooping close. Not much later, Sirius' followed. After all, it'd been a very tiring night. They could always clean up in the morning—even though the water would be considerably cooler.

Inside the house James settled back in between Lucius legs, much like Sirius had between Remus'. He sighed happily and reached up to kiss Lucius' chin.

"So?" Lucius questioned.

"Oh, they're fine," James entwined their hands and looked at the people dancing. "There was come everywhere, and some blood. They'll be happy. And rule each other's worlds for ever."

"Like you rule mine then?" Lucius whispered softly. James smiled and nodded.

"To Remus and Sirius," he said, loudly enough to get everyone's attention. Everyone turned immediately, raising their glasses. "They will be Kings for ever!"

Yelling and drinking and firewhiskey spilling onto the floor—but the Kings didn't notice. They were contently sleeping in each other's arms.

AN: Whooh. Remus' night was cool... I tried to make him a bit dominant--I've failed terribly, haven't I? It still turned out pretty well, or so I though :) Let me know if you (dis)agree! /Clicks the review button to set the right example!/