I know it's been a while since I've updated, my mom's been in the hospital and things have been completely hectic. But here's another one for you!

This chapter contains male Xx SLASH xX and is VERY NC17 don't like, don't read.

And WickedSwanz, you kind of inspired me to write some Sirius/Remus. Sorry for stealing your idea….but do you blame me??? They're too yummy not to write about!!! (Don't worry, in the end it will be a Hermione/Remus fic. I think this is going to be a two-fic story)

Also…whoever 'wet blanket' is, you're a freak. Lol.

Everyone else who reviewed, thank you so much. I'm happy you're enjoying it!!!

With that, read on!

-Autumn

Oh, Tabbitha, I know you've already read most of this, but still let me know what you think of the, err, 'fun' parts. Lol. Love you girly.

Chapter 10

Remus sat listening to Sirius going on and on. Like any of the students actually cared; the girls(Okay, some boys, too) wanted to simply rip the clothes from his tan, lean body, and the boys looked at him with admiration and jealousy. He groaned inwardly and fidgeted in his seat. He let his eyes roam over the students in the Hall.

He smiled at the ones he remembered from the last time he had taught here. It was so odd, seeing the familiar faces, but they all looked so much older. The first years he had taught were now fourth years and were no longer the absurdly gawky children they had been, but were now smiling, social teenagers.

Unconsciously, his gaze flickered to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione was watching Albus and Sirius intently as they spoke.

He felt a tightness in his chest as he watched her lovely, full lips curve into a smile as Sirius sat down, and sat a little straighter when a blush spread over her cheeks. His head turned to see the Sirius was looking directly at her.

"Well, now, please, let us begin our feasts!" Dumbledore said, clapping his hands together once more. At once, the five tables in the Great Hall were laden with copious amount of food.

Remus snorted inwardly. Of course. She had been with Harry, and now she wanted Sirius. Just like every other straight, breathing woman on the planet.

Standing up, he gave Sybill, who he was sitting next to, a curt nod and made sure he had everything. He turned, ignoring the curious looks of some of the students.

Sirius could have any girl…why Hermione? Why? She was a…a…a mudblood!

He stopped mid-step…Had he really just thought that?

Yes, he was, in essence, considered a "pure-blood', but he was…tainted. Being a werewolf does that. But never, never in his life, had he EVER referred to anyone, let alone someone he cared for that way.

He let out a bitter laugh.

He was jealous.

Jealous, jealous, jealous.

Because the two people he wanted did not want him; they wanted each other.

"Ah," he said softly to himself. "The irony."

"Of what, may I ask?" He turned to see Hermione standing there, clad in her school uniform, her black robes hanging open, leaving her deliciously voluptuous form visible to anyone who looked.

"Ms. Granger, I don't believe it is of any concern to you."

"Cut the crap, Remus." She said in a soft, but defiant voice. She stepped closer to him. "Why?" she asked simply.

"Why what?" he responded. "Why am I acting like I should? Hermione, you're my student. For you to disrespect me in front of my co workers-"

"I have never shown you disrespect!" she hissed.

"At dinner you did," he said, knowing it wasn't really true.
"When? When I called you 'Mr. Moony'?" He nodded. "I don't understand what's wrong with that, Professor." She said, emphasizing the last word.

"What's wrong with it is the fact that you have been addressing me in informal ways. There is no reason for you to call me 'Moony', 'Remus' or-"

"What about 'My Big Bad Wolf', then?" she asked.

He wanted to laugh, but an image of her and Sirius tangled together (no matter how good they would look) popped into his already scrambled brain and kept him from doing so.

"-Or anything else, including 'Your Big Bad Wolf', is inappropriate. We are not co-workers, we are not friends," he stopped at the look on her face, but forced himself to continue, no matter how much he knew he was hurting both of them. "We are nothing, nothing at all, besides teacher and pupil. Adult and …adult and child."

Her face was white, and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She raised her chin and looked at him intently, her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip.

"So," she began. "A summer of living together, and I am absolutely nothing to you."

"Nothing." He said in a voice that was nothing more than a whisper.

"All the hours of my helping you with your Lycanthropy. All the discussions and debates, all the weekends you, Siri, Harry, Ron and I spent together, playing Quidditch and drinking together, all of this, and I am nothing, nothing at all."

"P-precisely." He said.

"And," he voice was dangerously low now. "That night you came into my room, and you kissed me and touched me, after that you still see me as a child,"
"You are the sharp one, Ms. Granger. You see, if I hadn't seen you as a child, so inexperienced and young, I would have stayed-"

"Instead of proving you are the world's biggest pussy?" she snapped. "Remus Lupin, you are pathetic. Just because you've got issues, you have to make it seem like I'm the one at fault! You're the one who's been leading me on, staying up all night in Sirius's library looking for more things to talk to me about, smiling and winking at me when we passed each other in the hall, staring at me while we were supposed to be doing research, throwing random compliments at me. You started it, Professor," She snarled viciously. "And you should at least have the balls to finish it. But apparently you don't, and I'm not going to listen to your bullshit about how you see me as a child, because if that's the case, you are a bloody pedophile!"

He gaped at her. He was not!

"If I...if I went to Dumbledore and told him what happened in my room that night…" she let her voice trail off. Remus had stopped breathing. Was she blackmailing him? "Which I never would," she continued. "Just, Remus. Just forget it. I need to, uh, go organize my things and check out my new dorm. I'll see you in class, Professor Lupin."

She turned away from him and walked down the hall. He watched as her form got smaller and smaller, eventually disappearing around a corner. He groaned loudly and slumped against the cold stone wall, and closed his eyes.

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"I'm an idiot," Remus said to himself as he went over his lesson plans that night. He glanced up at the clock over his reading glasses.

12:28.

He stretched in his chair, lifting his arms and arching his back and yawned. It had been a long day. He ran his long fingers through his shaggy, sandy hair.

"I need to get a trim," he murmured.

"Why's that, Moony, love?" Sirius's voice came from the opposite side of the room. Remus looked over his shoulder to see the handsome dark haired man stepping out of the fireplace. He shook his head, his silky shoulder length black hair flying. He looked at Remus and smiled, his deep blue eyes glittering mischievously.

"What's up?" Remus asked, raising an eyebrow at his long time friend and…well, ex lover.

Sirius walked over and sat casually upon Remus's desk, notes and all under his taut, round arse. He looked down at his sandy-haired friend. "What was with you at dinner?" he asked.

"Ugh," Remus groaned, leaning back in his chair, he covered his face with his hands. "Do we really have to discuss this right now?"

"Uh, yeah, we do. Come on, Moons, you were acting like a great greasy git by the name of Snivellus. I can't have my Moony acting like that." He flashed Remus a charming smiled. "Unless my darling Moony has a reason for acting like said greasy git."

Remus couldn't help but smile. He looked up into those deep blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sirius, I just…" he trailed off, trying to find a way to describe what exactly had caused him to act the way he had. "I…I'm just..."

"Just…?" Sirius prompted.

"Jealous, okay?" he gave a short, dark laugh that made Sirius jump.

"Of what? Who?" Sirius asked.

"You."

"…" Sirius stood there, his mouth open. "…Uh…what?"

"You heard me perfectly. I'm jealous of you. I want what you have, and I never will."

Sirius's mouth finally closed, and he leaned over Remus and gently pressed his lips against the other man's, reveling in the softness of them. He ran his finger tips lightly over Remus's cheeks, lightly feeling the scars he knew Remus to be ashamed of.

He traced the werewolf's lips with his tongue, silently asking for his permission to enter, and Remus did not hesitate to open his mouth, and moaned slightly into Sirius's mouth as his tongue delved in deep, stroked and probed.

"Mmm," Sirius groaned. He grabbed the collar of Remus's jumper and pulled him up. "Room. Bed. Now," he murmured against the other man's lips.

Remus could not make a coherent response as he felt Sirius's lips move along his jaw down to his neck, sucking and biting, the feel of the slight stubble on his jaw against his skin…

"Or I could get kinky and bend you over the desk, though I don't think you'd want to do that again," Sirius chuckled against Remus's neck, remembering the time when they had been in their seventh year, in Slughorn's office.

Remus let out a strangled moan of protest at the idea, and pushed Sirius to the fireplace, and pulled away from his raven haired lover just to grab a pinch of floo powder. He threw it into the fireplace, and said, very clearly,

"Professor Black's rooms," and grabbed Sirius and pushed him into the emerald flames. They landed on the floor of Sirius's new bedroom, and Sirius was straddling Remus now, feeling his erection pressing against his thigh.

"Is that your wand, love, or are you just happy to see me?" Sirius whispered as he ran his hands down Remus's stomach and toyed with the waistband of his pants.

Annoyed, Remus growled and bucked his hips up. Sirius gave another chuckle, and unbuttoned Remus's slacks, and pulled them off, throwing them over his shoulder. He straddled him again and began to unbutton his shirt. He went slowly, teasingly, all the while staring down into the two golden eyes glaring up at him in annoyance and lust.

"Siri," he breathed. "Please,"

Sirius leaned down and gently brushed his lips against Remus's. "We've been doing this since we were seventeen," he murmured against Remus's lips. "You should know by now that begging just makes me go slower,"

"No," Remus breathed. Suddenly, he rolled them over so he was on top, and grinned down at Sirius. "Not now." He breathed as he shrugged off his shirt, leaving him clad only in his blue boxers. Moony was horny as hell, and, Merlin help him, so was he. He reached down and literally ripped Sirius's shirt open.

"Hey, I just bought-oh, God, yes…" he groaned as Remus bit and licked at one of his nipples. "Mmm," he moaned as Remus kissed a hot, wet trail across Sirius's broad, smooth chest.

He kissed his way down Sirius's hard, well muscled stomach and playfully dipped his tongue into his belly button, making Sirius chuckle.

"You're so weird, Moony," he laughed. Remus smiled against his lover's stomach as he hooked his fingers into the belt loops of Sirius's jeans and tugged them down, letting Sirius kick them off. He looked up at Sirius and grinned.

"Nice knickers," he said.

Sirius looked down at his black boxers with little yellow smiley faces (with their tongues sticking out) on them. "What's wrong with them?" he demanded.

Laughing, Remus shook his head. "Nothing," he said.

"No, really, they're my favorite pair!"

"They're perfect, just like you." He hooked his fingers into the sides of the smiley face boxers and pulled them down.

"Careful with those, I- Oh!" Sirius gasped as Remus swirled the tip of his cock in his mouth. Sirius closed his eyes and groaned as Remus's moist, hot mouth engulfed him.

Remus reached up and gently massaged Sirius's balls as he moved his mouth up and down his hard, long shaft. Sirius's hands weaved into Remus's shaggy hair, and he groaned and his back arched.

"Oh, shit, Remy," he grunted. Feeling he was getting much too close, Remus slowly pulled away. Sirius blinked at him, his face flushed. "That's beyond fucked," he panted. He sat up and climbed to his feet, an evil glint in his dark blue eyes. His eyes on Remus, he stepped slowly backwards to his nightstand, and without breaking eye contact, opened the drawer and pulled out his wand.

Remus swallowed hard.

"Sirius," he said slowly. "Siri-" but he was cut off as Sirius made a movement with his wand and Remus was gagged and bound to the bed, each wrist held above him with two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs. Pink fuzzy handcuffs.

His feet were bound to the bedposts also, but with…red and gold ties. Ah, once a Gryffindor…

He looked up at Sirius, who's wand had been replaced with a (he gulped) black whip. With a fuzzy pink handle.

"Mpfh!" was all he could manage with the gag. Sirius grinned wolfishly at him. He crawled on all fours so his body was hovering above Remus's, but not touching. Remus, who was painfully hard at this point, thrust his hips up, but Sirius pulled up higher, so he couldn't make contact. Remus growled furiously, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"What's wrong, Moony?" Sirius whispered huskily against his ear, and nuzzled his neck. "Can't take a bit of teasing?"

Remus whimpered, knowing that's what Sirius wanted. Sirius laughed softly.

"Don't even try it," he said. "And I want more that that pitiful excuse of a whimper," he said, and climbed off of Remus and the bed. He grabbed his wand and with a quick flick of his wrist, Remus was now lying face down on the bed, still bound.

Oh, God, he thought. No.

CRACK!

Remus cry was muffled by the pillows his face was firmly planted in, and the gag, which was still in place. Sirius chuckled.

"No, no. That won't do," he said. "You bring me five seconds to cumming and stop, and you think you're going to get off that easy?" he laughed. "I don't think so, Moons."

CRACK!

"Mpfh!"

CRACK! CRACK!

"MMPF!" Remus screamed, or at least tried to.

Sirius smirked at the pink welts forming across Remus's ass. With another flick of his wand, Remus was un-gagged.

"Fuck!" he groaned. "Fucking hell, Siri, that hurt!"

"Exactly," Sirius responded, climbing onto the bed.

"Fucking kinky bastard," he muttered.

"Aw, love, does it hurt that bad?" Sirius asked, his voice low and seductive.

"Yes, it does," Remus grumbled, trying to ignore Sirius's hands gently massaging his stinging ass. Then, he felt Sirius's lips on the welts, and shivered.

"Feel any better?" Sirius asked, his body hovering over Remus's now. Remus felt his hardness against his arse, and groaned impatiently.

"You had your fun, you kinky freak, now get it over with," he breathed. Sirius needed no further persuasion, and with a quick thrust, he was inside Remus.

They cried out each other's name, and, breathing hard, Sirius paused to let Remus adjust to him. They had agreed months ago, nearly a year, to stop this, that if Harry ever found out…

Well, Sirius thought, Old habits die hard.

"Sirius," Remus moaned. "Let me out of these bloody handcuffs,"

"Sorry, mate," Sirius grunted, and a second later, Remus was free of his restraints. Sirius began to thrust, gently at first, but soon increased his speed. Remus was now on all fours as he took him, and he reached down and grabbed Remus's lonely cock, and fisted him in sync with his thrusts.

"Oh, fuck," Remus groaned. "Shit…God, Siri,"

Both were red in the face and slick with sweat, and Sirius felt himself coming closer and closer. He buried his face in Remus's shoulder, and grunted.

"Remy," he panted. "I'm…so…close..."

"Mmhmm," Remus replied.

"Come with me, love," Sirius breathed. He increased his speed, and tugged harder at the werewolf's cock.

"Fuck!" Remus cried out, and his seed spilled all over Sirius's hand, and with one more thrust, Sirius came hard deep inside his best friend and lover.

Both men collapsed down on the bed, and Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius, and his last thoughts before drifting off to sleep was,

I wonder if Hermione likes whips…