9. Time travel, 'Who's the new guy?'. For the year long scavenger hunt at HPFC.

Worry - 3/50 for the Time Travel Bootcamp Challenge.

Lost - 14/50 for the OTP Bootcamp Challenge.

Genre: fantasy - for the School of Prompts Challenge.

First spontaneous time travel

Warning for sexual reference.

Sirius, whose hips had been locked as his jaw clenched furiously, finally relaxed back on the bed. Remus, above him, looked at him with wonder in his eyes. They were both breathing heavily, desperately trying to regain full control of their bodies. Suddenly, Remus was stretching up, pulling off of Sirius. Then, with a sudden thud, Remus was collapsing on top of him.

Breathless, he said, "Padfoot, that was-"

Sirius grinned as Remus broke off to place a kiss on his chest, just above his heart.

"I know. Incredible." Sirius returned.

His heart was pounding and he was sure Remus could feel it, and there was something so freeing about having Remus so close to him. The sex was magnificent, that was indisputable, but the cuddling was just perfection. There was a quiet security that came with being held in Remus' arms, a peace that lulled them both into a very soft sleep.

Some time later, bleary eyed and feeling for all the world as though he could happily sleep straight through the next week, Sirius nudged at Remus to get up. James and Peter would probably be waking soon, and they weren't quite ready to tell them about what they'd found with each other. Their relationship was, so far, secret, and it wouldn't do to just be waltzing around, leaving each other's beds in the mornings...

"Get off me, Moony," Sirius whined, realized they hadn't cleaned themselves up. His foggy brain slowly started to clear again.

Remus only grumbled incoherently, throwing an arm over his eyes. Sirius decided he'd have to tickle him later.

The muscles of his thighs seized as he hauled himself upright, sitting to reaching one arm out to find the pyjamas Remus had peeled off of him earlier. He noted that they were sticky with an unnameable substance, laughing despite himself because they were always so careless about those things when they got carried away.

First, he'd clean some clothes and his body. Then, he'd have to go to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Sirius, grabbing the first wand to fall under his hands, quickly got rid of the offending substance, which was congealed and rather unappealing. Pulling on a shirt, he whispered the counter-charm to the privacy and locking spells they'd cast earlier on his hangings. He pulled the material back, tugging his boxers over the curve of his arse as he stood, and then froze in place.

A very freckled, red-headed boy was staring at him from James' bed, looking mystified.

"Oi, Moony," he called over his shoulder. When Remus mumbled some kind of response, Sirius asked, "Who's the new guy?"

That hauled Remus right up - apparently fear could bring him back from comatose states, that was interesting - and he stared, just like Sirius, for a moment. Sirius jumped when Remus gasped, and then Sirius was tumbling backward onto the bed, the curtains were being spelled shut, and Remus was muttering to himself.

The last thing Sirius saw of the mysterious intruder was a reddening of his face as he stood, opening his mouth to yell something.

There was the sound of a struggle, and the curtains rustled as whoever-it-was pulled at them. Remus' charms didn't give way. In fact, Remus even grabbed Sirius to stop him from responding, covering his mouth with one hand.

Sirius briefly considered licking it, thinking it might get Remus to release him, but couldn't remember exactly where those fingers had been just hours earlier, so he decided against it.

"This - this feels wrong." A pause. "Sirius, I think we've time-travelled."

Sirius, finally understanding something, looked back at Remus. "So... that feeling earlier..."

"Wasn't just the best orgasm of your life. It was-"

"Blimey."

Remus was shaking beside him, and Sirius met his gaze to find fear there.

"What if we can't get back, Sirius?" Remus asked weakly. "Who knows where we are?"

"What were you thinking about when you transported us here?"

Remus reddened, though the effect was lessened by the Gryffindor curtains that surrounded them. The din from outside the bed was growing louder, and he heard some angry shouting. Sirius ignored everything but Remus.

"I was thinking about getting us out of the war."

Silence. Sirius felt love grow and heat up inside him, and he couldn't help the kiss he pressed to Remus' lips.

"You need to wish us back to our friends and your family, silly werewolf," Sirius whispered, pushing on Remus' chest. The other boy gave little resistance before falling backward, and even grabbed hold of Sirius to pull him down on top. "We're Gryffindors for a reason. We'll make it through the worst of it together, I promise."

The fervour in Remus' eyes told Sirius of the protectiveness Remus harboured for him, who couldn't help but grin at the sentiment.

Of course, he wanted them safe as well. Unfortunately, travelling in time away from everyone they knew, no matter how good the sex that got them there was, fell strictly out of the question.

"I promise something else," Sirius said, mischief creeping into his posture as he lifted his chin and one eyebrow. The shouting from outside had increased in pitch and urgency, and a second voice had joined it, but he continued ignoring it resolutely.

"What's that?"

"I promise that this will be so good you won't be walking straight for decades."

Remus' breath hitched as he wriggled himself into a good position beneath Sirius, all smooth muscle and hot skin.

"Prove it."

"How far d'you reckon we've travelled now?"

Remus shrugged, and Sirius felt the gesture more than seeing it. The rumble of Remus' voice echoed in his chest.

"I dunno, but I was concentrating as best as I could. I kind of... lost my train of thought by the end, but I think we can safely say that you've fucked me into at least a new year."

"Ha! Told you."

They'd read about werewolves and their primal magic, very tied to sexual acts, but the sparse records hadn't been entirely believable. As it was, they'd directly experienced the phenomenon, and the novelty of that clearly hadn't worn off. Their lazy, post-orgasm touches and kisses were loaded with excitement, though they were both clearly anxious.

They held each other tightly, unwilling to check what - or when - lay beyond the curtains.

The inevitable interruption came, taking the choice away from them.

"Remus, Sirius, get out from the bed!" Peter.

Remus groaned against the crook of Remus' neck. Still, they both shared the overwhelming relief that they were back in their time.

"We know you're both in there - we're not idiots." James' tone left no room for protests, and a sheepish Sirius and Remus undid the charms a second time and emerged, glad to recognize the occupants of the dormitory.

"Merlin, will you wipe the smirks from your faces?" James sounded scandalized. "I'd like to keep my mind free of horrific images this early in the morning."

He shuddered.

Remus and Sirius exchanged a look and burst into laughter.

"Oh, good morning to you, James," Sirius said through bursts of laughter. The other boy looked confused for a second, but it didn't last. Panicked protests started up when Sirius and Remus approached to embrace him and Peter, hands outstretched with matching dangerous expressions.

"No - I don't want a hug, please - don't touch - Good Godric Gryffindor, at least wash your hands!"