12. At least it was a glorious morning.

I can not believe I left this story untouched for such a long time! Shame on me. What was I thinking! You definitely deserve a lot more of that smut. 39 more times if I'm not mistaken. Dear lord why do I make myself do these things.

Anyways. Let's give it another try!

Sirius was sitting on a chair by the fire, staring intently in it as if he wanted it to blind him. Perhaps he did. Merlin knew he deserved the punishment and even more so. He had been so stupid. He had been stupid before, obviously. But never this unforgivable. It was late. He had skipped all his classes, pretending to be ill. As had Peter and James and obviously Remus.

The day before had started so good. How could it end this way.

'Pads?' The voice echoed through the bathroom. Sirius moaned, still half asleep and leaning into the hot water streaming down his chest. It was too early, really.
'What?' With a croaky voice.
'Just dry off and get your ass out of the shower as long as possible.' The voice whispered urgently and a smile formed on Sirius' sleepy yet satisfied mouth. He loved these moments. Remus could be so incredibly shy but on days like this, the day of his transformation, a good, rough shagging (preferably before breakfast) was all that kept the boy sane during the rest of his lessons. And Sirius knew these were the moments he better obeyed. No matter how much he loved being dominant, there was no beating up against a wolf.
And so he dressed, his hair still damp as he made his way out of the bathroom. Before he even got a chance to properly great his lover, a hand wrapped itself firmly around his wrist and pulled him away. Out of the dorm and out of the Common room. Down the stairs and past the great hall were sleepy students started to gather for breakfast.

Sirius knew where he was taking him. There was an unused classroom down this corridor and no one in his right mind would visit it. It was dusty and dark-ish and everyone knew there was a spell on the door that was very hard to go around. Even the teachers hadn't figured it out yet or simply didn't bother. It was innocent and no one ever used the room anyway. Apart from a horny werewolf, who placed the enchantment, and his lover. It was quite practical, really. The door would only open if Remus firmly placed both his hands on it, and Remus alone.

That was the case now, too, and Remus forcefully pushed Sirius inside. The latter grinned. He loved a hot and bothered Moony, despite the reason. He waited for Remus to lock the door. Too long, apparently because the boy was in no mood to wait. As soon as he locked it he turned around and with three big steps stood in front of Sirius. He kissed him once, twice, harsh and hungry, before turning Sirius around and bending him over the table.
Remus bowed with him and soft but strongly bit his neck. Not enough to actually hurt him though, never to hurt him. Even in these moments he was still so in control. He just needed a little extra attention to remain that way. Sirius could feel his erection press against his jeans and he moaned. It wasn't hard to remember what it felt like to have that huge, rock hard cock shoved up his arse.
'Please.' He moaned and Remus gladly obeyed. He roughly dragged up Sirius' cloak (wizard clothing was not sexy but Sirius tried his best to pull it off) and pulled down his pants and boxers in one move. There was some fumbling as Remus' hasty fingers unbuckled his own, whipped his wand and made Sirius hiss at the cold, slick feeling it caused.
'I can't wait.' Remus mumbled and Sirius felt the blunt feeling he hoped to get so much more familiar with.
'That's okay.' But he was hardly even done talking when Remus let go of his sweet, shy and soft character and pushed himself in without further ado. Sirius almost shouted but bit down on his hand as he felt the fierce stretch of Remus' member filling him up in one hard move. Fuck. It burned. But damn what a good burning it was. This was the kind of pain he could stand.

Remus starting rocking his hips back and fort, faster and harder with each movement until he was slamming himself deep inside Sirius. The latter had grabbed his own member, knowing Remus wasn't the most accommodating at moments like these and pleased himself as Remus' fingers dug deep in his flesh. He started moving his hips backwards as Remus came forth, increasing the speed with which he was fucked as he fucked his own hand simultaneously. It was so good. He knew he wouldn't last long but he learned not that long ago that a quick, hard fuck could be just as pleasant as lingering in your lover's arms for hours at an end. And he was right. Without a few minutes he could feel Remus fill him up and experienced his own, hot seed spilling over his hand.
He moaned at the loss as Remus pulled back, cleaned them both up and dressed himself. Sirius followed his example and moaned once more as he took a step towards the door. He'd feel that one for a while.
'I'm sorry.' Remus whispered and when their eyes locked, Sirius could see it had worked. It had calmed him down and he was back to his old, worried self.
'Don't worry.' Sirius smiled as he kissed him softly. 'I quite like it. Got something to remember you by the rest of the week.' And Remus smiled shyly.
'Let's get some breakfast.'
'Yes. Lets.' Sirius kissed him once more before they left the room and Remus locked it once more.

Yes. It had been such a great morning. Every time he sat down or walked he could still feel that sound fucking he had gotten that morning. It had been a weird kind of bliss but now he no longer dared to move. The idea that this had made him feel so good this morning made him feel even worse now. How could he have been so stupid. How could he have done this.

The portrait opened and Sirius looked up hopefully, though he wasn't sure what to expect. Remus would still be in the ward. He practically ripped himself to pieces last night. It were James and Peter.
James hesitated for a moment as he saw Sirius sitting by the fire. As did Peter but he averted his glance from Sirius and stiffly and confused walked past him towards the dormitory.

James followed his steps but stopped for a moment when he reached Sirius' chair. The latter looked at him in hope but realised there was no way he deserved a kind treatment. And he didn't get any. When James spoke his voice wasn't cold but shocked. Shocked and incredibly disappointed.

'I don't know what you thought you were doing.' His voice filled with emotions as his fingers softly reached for the scratch on his cheek where the tree hit him. 'But I can't stand to look at you right now. Don't bother coming up.'

Sirius knew he deserved it. He hadn't expected to be treated kindly by his friends after this. Not even by James. Especially not by James. The man who loved pranking but had always given Sirius the chance to show he was a good guy. He didn't have the Black Mania. And now he completely ruined that trust.

He curled up on the chair, knowing this would be where he would spend his night. As he deserved. Perhaps Dumbledore agreed not to expel him for what had happened but he felt he had a lot in store to make it up to his friends for what had happened last night. If he ever got a chance to do so.

So. I don't think it's hard to guess what this is all about. But obviously Sirius will make it up with Remus at some point. How do you think that should happen?