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Hey duckies! Thanks for all the lovely reviews. This is,
by far, the naughtiest fic I've ever done… I'm not sure if there will be any
actual sex (I can't write love scenes worth crap) but there will be plenty of
cheeky innuendo and naughtiness. Yah, so pretty much this fic is pointless (no
plot so far), and yes, Fairy Boys (and Velvet Goldmine) were my main
inspirations for this. Kudos to Meiko Belle (the wonderful lady who wrote Fairy
Boys) and I promise Ms. Belle that I won't steal your story line ;-)… Anyway,
enjoy and no flames please!
Cheers,
Jill
PS: Sorry bout that terribly hard to read paragraph in the last chappie…
PPS: Yah, talking is bolded because… that's just how I do it. Haha.
PPPS: This chapter is A LOT more naughty then
the last, so if you don't like cheekiness or… lol… boy/boy loving, then go
away.
PPPPS: If you're flaming cos' it's slash, you're fucking retarded so go away.
Lol, if you're flaming cos' you think it sucks or I messed up somewhere, go
ahead.
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A very contented and relaxed Remus D. Lupin wandered into the Great Hall one morning. Ever since that glorious day almost a fortnight ago, the lopsided grin and dreamy expression that donned his face would not leave. It must be said, however, that Remus was not a fairy boy. Sure he fancied his best mate, but he would not endure the term "fairy boy," being thrown at him. It was bad enough that Sirius had tried to induce him with glitter galore, (Remus drew the line at eye-liner and satin flares,) but to be called a "fairy boy,"? No, he could endure plank, Nancy-boy, and queer even, but fairy boy would not do at all.
It was during this round of dreamy contemplation that the
object of Remus' desires snuck up on him. Sinewy yet strong arms wrapped around
the honey-headed boys chest, causing delight and delicious courses of desire to
spread throughout his body. A slight shiver ran down his spine as the midnite
haired boy began to nuzzle his neck.
"I missed you," said
Sirius, in a rather sultry tone. While Remus found this declaration positively
sweet, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Sirius, I saw you ten minutes ago," Sirius began to assault that pale column of throat, causing
the other boy to forget his exasperation.
"Yes and – kiss
– you wouldn't – kiss –
wait for me to be finished – kiss
– in the shower," letting out a low moan, Remus
almost forgot they were standing in an open corridor. Pushing his insatiable
boyfriend slightly away, Remus switched onto "mother mode" and mock scolded the
randy bugger beside him.
"That's cos' you were bloody wanking you plank!" Sirius' jaw dropped slightly.
"Well if you had been wearing some bleeding clothes when I
walked in I might not have had that problem, thanks much!" The dark headed boy said this as if it were the most
obvious thing in the world. Even Remus couldn't contain his blushing grin as
Sirius bestowed him such a compliment. Cheeky, why of course, but charming
nonetheless…
"You're insatiable, you know that?" Rolling his eyes, Remus continued the path down the
corridor.
"And you wouldn't have me any other way!" Sirius shouted before running to catch up. And thus the two
lovers made their way to breakfast, both caught up in thoughts of the other,
though, it might be said, these thoughts were entirely inappropriate to be had
over breakfast.
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"Remus puh-lease!" whined Sirius in an adorably obnoxious voice. Exasperated,
and annoyed beyond comprehension, Remus merely got up from the chair in which
he was sitting, and bounded up the stairs. For about the seventh time that day,
Sirius had begged Remus to let him fashion him into a fairy boy. It was getting
on the poor boys nerves, and while the thought didn't appeal to him remotely,
Remus almost considered saying yes – if only to get Sirius off his tail.
"Remus, doll, you'd look ever so smashing all glittered up.
Davey Smith – not that I like the stupid arse – was just telling me what a
catch you are and how splendid you'd look all dolled up. I couldn't agree more
– though I don't like the thought of that smarmy git laying eyes on you," Sirius said rather quickly. Dropping onto his bed with an
over exaggerated sigh, Remus shook his head.
"Fine Sirius, I will let you 'doll me up' once. And if I
don't like it, you have to swear to me never to try it again," upon hearing this, Sirius looked as giddy as a child in a
confectioners shop. Squealing madly, and rushing about like some barmy old hag,
Sirius scrambled to assemble a variety of "glitterfied" things. Trousers,
gossamer shirts, nail varnish – amongst other things – littered the bed in an
artistic array.
It didn't take long, only an
hour actually, until Remus was officially "glitterfied." Sirius could not keep
from drooling and squealing at the beautiful sight that was his boyfriend. In
his head, Sirius noted that Remus was by far a more attractive creature then
Curt or Brian. Those two wonderful fairy boys couldn't even compare to the god
before him. In all his glory stood Remus, donning tan leather trousers, a
black, skintight long-sleeved top, and silver platform shoes. His eyes were
done in kohl, with traces of silver glitter at the corners, and his cheeks held
the teensiest trace of blush – just enough to make it look becoming and
natural. Even the shy werewolf could not deny he looked bad – on contraire – he
thought he looked quite nice indeed.
"Ooooh Remy, you're absolutely scrummy! I could
just eat you right up!" Sirius managed between
high-pitched shrieks. In fact, the dark headed boy decided to do just that.
While Remus was examining himself critically in the mirror, Sirius caught him
unawares and promptly pounced on him. Landing in a tackled heap, Sirius used
his position (on top of course) as an advantage.
"Yet, I must say, no matter how delicious you are in those
glitterific clothes, I positively prefer you without an inch of them on," the mere thought of Sirius' cheeky confession caused Remus
to groan. The newly "glitterfied" boy wasted no time in showing how much he'd
thoroughly enjoy that by pulling his naughty boyfriend into a ravishing kiss.
Sirius seemed to like this very much, for his hips started to grind – seemingly
out of their own accord – against the other boys. The delicious friction caused
both boys to moan in a desperate attempt to describe the pleasurable feeling it
was causing.
"Yes…" Remus hissed in a low
tone. Urged on, Sirius continued the sensual rolling, and started his plan of
attack with some vicious kisses at the neck. This only caused the boy down
below to arch into the assault even more.
By this point, the heated
grinding had turned into an almost desperate pace, and both boys traveled
deliciously near release.
"Uhh – oh lord – jesus – yes right – there – jesus – oh
fuck, oh fuck," amongst other insane
ramblings were emitted from both boys mouths. In attempt to bring that sweet
release faster, Sirius slipped his hand – quite subtly – into the front of
Remus' trousers.
"Oh my – jesus fucking Christ – ahhh, don't
fucking stop Sirius – oh lord – ohhh Sirius!" Sirius almost chuckled at the nonsensical mewling his boyfriend was
making. Ignoring his own need, he continued to work that heated organ between
his nimble fingers. A few fast strokes was all it took until a warm fluid
covered his hand. Soon after, his own skivvies where covered in a similar
substance.
"Jesus – oh Sirius, that was – kiss – that was good…" With a contented sigh, Sirius nodded, but decided against
speaking. Sliding his sticky hand to Remus' behind, Sirius pulled his best mate
and lover into an embrace. It was in this rather compromising position that
Peter Pettigrew found his two friends.
"Sirius! Remus! Where are you – ugh! You two, honestly,
ugh!" shielding his eyes in a
futile attempt to erase the image he had just seen, Peter stood awkwardly at
the doorway.
"Gerroff me Sirius!" came a muffled cry from Remus. Grudgingly, Sirius got up
from his comfortable spot, and then helped the honey headed boy up also.
"Perfect timing Pete," growled
Sirius. A small swat from Remus shut him up. Clearly uncomfortable with the
situation, Peter shifted his eyes away from the two as they made their way to
the washroom to freshen up. It wasn't the first time he or James had caught
their two best friends going at it – yet each time it managed to scar the poor
boy for life…
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"So Peter got a little free showing this
afternoon, eh?" Sirius smirked a little while
Remus blushed crimson. The little ranting was not the only thing that caused
the werewolf to blush. Sirius' hand had found its way to Remus' inner thigh,
underneath the cover of the supper table – of course. James continued to
blabber on and on, but all Remus could pay attention to was that clever little
hand. Oh it was a clever hand indeed, but an extremely naughty one! It simply
wasn't proper, the things the hand was doing, especially not in public.
However, Remus could hardly let out more then a guttural moan, so no complaints
could be made.
"Remus - you all right mate? You look a little flushed…" Peter interrupted. Nodding his head furiously, Remus hoped
the subject would be dropped. In desperate attempt to not embarrass himself
further, Remus slapped away the hand, but it was a very stubborn hand.
"Sirius!" Remus
hissed under his breath. Flashing another one of his famous grins, Sirius
continued his ministrations, all the while ignoring Remus' pleas to stop. No,
the funny attempts to stop that clever hand only urged Sirius on more. It was
upon feeling that clever hand travel down south that Remus let his head bang on
the tabletop quite loudly. Groping in public did not have good results to be
sure.
"Remus! You ok?" giving
a groan as his response, Remus ignored his friends concern.
"What were you saying Prongs?" Peter asked while shooting Remus a confused look. Shaking his head, James went on with his story.
"Anyway, so Evans finally agreed to go out with
me… She just couldn't resist the Potter charm." Sirius gave a huge guffaw at that, and for a moment his naughty little
hand stopped it's ministrations. Seizing this as an opportunity to spare
himself, Remus scrambled up from his seat rather quickly, and dashed out of the
hall.
"What's gotten into him?" asked Peter with a sour look. Sirius could only chuckle…
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Remus, while quieter, and in general, more mature than the other marauders, did indeed have his own knack for revenge. In this case, however, he wasn't quite sure whether the revenge would be a punishment or a reward. He assumed the latter – that is, considering it included Sirius Black, public groping and lots of tight leather trousers. After all, if the said Mr. Black could get away with embarrassing his boyfriend in public, then why couldn't Mr. Lupin? If all went according to plan, Sirius would be humiliated, aroused, and left unsatisfied – all in one go. Pulling out the infamous black leather trousers, Remus began to do himself up.
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It was unusual to find Sirius Black in the library for
any reason other than prank planning. He was one of those envied creatures who
got top marks without trying one bit. Add this bit of information to his
ravishing good looks, and the stunning ball of charisma he was, and you had
yourself a bit of a peacock. It was, however, a studious intervention that
found our said dandy in the library this evening. There were plenty of students
milling about also, seeing as it was a winter evening, so Remus had found the
opportune moment to execute plan "sweet revenge." Sauntering into the library
quite nonchalantly, Remus ignored the phased look on Sirius' face, and sat down
next to him as if nothing abnormal was going on.
"Evening love, what're you reading?" Sirius continued to stare, only his gaze had traveled down
south to where those beauteous trousers covered an even more beautiful body.
"What?" came his dazed reply.
So far, so good…
"What are you reading love?" quite casually, or so it seemed, Remus slid his hand onto
Sirius' thigh. Sputtering and fumbling quite a bit, Sirius finally seemed to
process that some one had said something to him.
"Uhhh, charms homework." Remus
smirked a bit. The plan was going all too well. Sliding his hand slowly and
seductively up that thigh, Remus ignored Sirius' flushed face and pretended to
be interested in the charms homework.
"Jesus Remus, are those my trousers?" Remus had a job containing the chuckle in that invaded his
throat. Leaning in, knowing how sensitive Sirius' neck was, Remus let his
breath play on that column of pale throat.
"Well, yes, but if you remember correctly, it is
quite your fault that mine were spoiled." While
saying this, Remus ran his hand over the rigid bulge inside Sirius' trousers.
The already laboured breath of the boy next to him caused a delighted smirk to
arise on Remus' face.
"Cor, I – uhh – I don't mind. You can, you can wear them
whenever you like,"
"I don't know, they are rather… confining. Perhaps you'd like to help me out of
them?" Even Sirius could not help
but wonder what had gotten into Remus at that remark. Sure Remus could be
passionate and seductive even, but never in the short time that they had been
together had Sirius ever seen him act so… wanton. All thoughts of his
boyfriends uninhibited behaviour, however, were lost Remus began to stroke him
softly.
"Remus, what the bloody – ahhh – never mind!" He almost protested. Almost. Then, as soon as that lovely
teasing had begun, it ended.
"Oh, wait. Sorry, I forgot, but I have to take a bath
actually – maybe some other time." Sirius
let out a loud moan as his boyfriend stood up. A few people nearby looked over
at the commotion, but thought nothing more of it.
"Christ Remus, you just don't fucking do that!" Sirius hissed. It took a lot of willpower and self-control
not to laugh at the flushed face of Sirius Black. But somehow Remus managed…
"Why, whatever do you mean Mr. Black?" Sirius hadn't caught onto the tease yet…
"You can't get a man all… all… hot and BOTHERED
like that and then just, leave!" Sirius
managed to yell the last part rather loudly, causing the few people nearby to
hear. A few laughs were let out, and the crimson on Sirius' cheek increased
further.
"Oh, sorry love, guess you'll have to manage this one on
your own – toodles!" and with that Remus
exited to library, much to the dismay of said Mr. Black.
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True to his word, Remus made his way to the prefect's
bathroom in hopes of a long and relaxing bath. If Sirius had any sense
whatsoever, Remus hoped he would also be making his way in that general
direction. After all, the two had shared many "baths" together in the past week
or so. It seemed, fortunately, that Mr. Black did indeed have some amount of
brains, for barely a moment after Remus had entered the bathroom did Sirius come
storming in. Remus was, however, caught off guard when Sirius flung him up
against the wall.
"You bloody tease," he
purred.
"Don't be such a ponce, your hands weren't exactly stationary over supper!" Remus said with a groan. Sirius' had taken the liberty to show Remus just how much his ministrations were appreciated. His body was pressed hotly against the honey headed boys, and that delicious hardness prodded into his leg.
"Ahh, so that is what it was about," Sirius said whilst attacking Remus' collarbone. Remus made no move to protest and let Sirius go about his work.
"You're damn well going to be helped out of these trousers – now!" came Sirius' commanding voice.
"Of course – kiss
– we wouldn't want to –
moan – spoil them now would we?" needing no further encouragement, Sirius ripped at the
zipper on those damn black trousers, and tugged on it with much enthusiasm.
"Dammit! These ruddy things are impossible!" Sirius was getting very frustrated indeed. Those confining,
ruddy trousers seemed to want to cling to every inch of Remus' lower half, for
all the tugging was in vain.
"Oh hell," giving up on pulling
the trousers off completely, Sirius dropped unceremoniously to his knees. It
only took a moment for Remus to find out why.
"Oh – my – god," it
seemed that there was something that Sirius quite preferred over the sweets he
was constantly eating, for it was engulfed in his heated and impatient mouth at
the moment. Quite of their own accord, Remus' hips began thrusting towards that
lovely, warm mouth.
"Holy – jeez – ahh – oh fuck, oh fuck – yesss – oh fuck yah
– SIRIUS!" echoed through the bathroom.
Well, at least this pair of trousers wasn't completely spoiled.
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Oh I feel so naughty. Tehee, well I hope you liked it. More to come I'm sure, and perhaps I'll throw a plotline in there. Oh, yes, another thing, more Velvet Goldmine incorporated stuff to come (songs, mentions, glitter etc…) in the next chappie. I LOVE GLITTER! Fairy Boys = love…. Lol…. I'm a weirdo, I know, but oh well.
Cheers,
Jill
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