Status:
36/45
Word Count: 281
Theme: Mockery
"Aw, Sirius, are you pouting?" James poked his friend lightly in the shoulder and received a swat that was none too gentle in return. The Potter boy grinned nonetheless. "You are, aren't you?"
"Sod off."
"Sod off!" A voice chirped from the bed on the other side of the room.
James resisted a building snicker as Sirius glared at the source of the outburst. "Aw, it's somewhat cute though. You, Sirius Black, are pouting because Remus mocked you. You mock him all the time."
"I do not!" The Black harrumphed with indignation.
"I do not!" Chirped the voice again.
Sirius grabbed the closest object, which was ultimately his pillow, and flung it across the room. When he turned his back to scowl at the wall, however, he was smacked roughly on the back by the same pillow.
He turned and glared at Remus, who glared right back at him with the same expression.
"Stop it, Remus!"
"Stop it, Remus!"
"No really, I mean it." Sirius snarled.
"No really, I mean it." Remus repeated like a parrot, never once missing a beat.
Sirius's eyebrow twitched. Then he paused. Then smirked.
Swiftly, he grabbed Remus's collar and dragged him close, leaned in and--
--licked his face.
A look of horror flashed over the werewolf's face as Sirius trotted around the shocked boy victoriously. "Not so clever now are you, Remmie my boy."
Remus's eye twitched. Then he paused. Then smirked.
Swiftly, he twirled around and grabbed Sirius's collar, dragged him close, leaned in and--
"Remus, Sirius licked you. He didn't kiss you. Oh--um--my--that's, uh, that's a lot of tongue and uh--oh god, Peter, I think we better leave."