Frivolous Pleasures

Disclaimer: All of these characters are © J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic, and Warner Bros. Entertainment.  Not me.  Therefore, I plead you not to sue me, as I am currently a…struggling artist, if you will.

Author's Note: I wrote this chapter driving away from Hell Sanibel Island, and it's going to be mainly from Sirius and Romulus's perspectives.  I might have a small bit of Remus's POV, but probably not.  Also, keep in mind my atrocious French.  In this chapter, there is twincest and a large amount of smut.  Beware. siria raine

Chapter Two

So just give me one good reason

Tell me my I should stay

'Cause I don't want to waste another moment

Saying things we never meant to say…

--michelle branch, 'breathe'

Romulus sat at the foot of his bed, looking at his nicely packed trunk.  He dropped his head into his hands.  It had all worked out for Remus.  He had sent Sirius a letter, written in code, and Remus wasn't on the brink of suicide. 

But when that letter was sent, when Remus was gallivanting about the house as he usually did before school started again, Romulus became more and more sullen.  He stayed in his room, sulking and not eating.  Finally, on the day before they were set to go to their respective schools—Remus to Hogwarts and Romulus to Beauxbatons—Remus knocked on his brother's door.  Tenatively, he asked, "Rommie?"

"What?!" Rom replied, slightly more vindictive than he had meant to.

"I—I just wanted to see what was going on.  You've been really…apathetic and morose lately." 

"Nothing.  Did mum send you up or something?"

"No." Remus replied, an edge of offense on his voice.  "Of course not, don't be a moron."

Romulus chuckled, but the laugh did not reach his eyes.  "Come in, then."

Remus tentatively, still, stepped inside through the mahogany door.  He sat next to his brother, looking at him with worried eyes.  "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"You're never this depressed, Rom.  I know you better than that.  The only time you were this sad, Uncle Jacques died."

"I can't tell you."

"Yes you can."

"No, I can't."

"Yes you can."

"Can't."

"Can."

"Can't."

"Can."

"Are we just going to sit here and bicker?"

"Unless you tell me."

"Can't."

"Rommie…"

"Can't.  Now will you please drop it?"

"No."

Romulus sighed and started rummaging through his trunk for his wand.  "Do I have to curse you?"

A glint of mischief showed in the smaller boy's eyes as he pulled out his own wand.  "Are you challenging," He gave it a flick, and Romulus's mouth was taped shut.  "A prefect?"

"Mmph." Romulus replied, tearing off the tape.  "Fuck! Ow! You'll get your comeuppance."  With that, he brandished his own wand like a whip, conjuring a pair of handcuffs.  He gave it another flick—"Expelliarmus!"—and Remus's wand clattered to the floor.  Before Romulus could come a step closer, Remus focused all his attention and focus upon his left hand as he pointed his finger at Romulus and triumphantly yelled, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

"HOLY SHIT!" Rom cried as he was lifted into the air, dropping his wand.  "THAT'S UNFAIR, REMMIE!"

"No it isn't.  I told you not to challenge the best prefect in his year." He picked up his brother's wand along with his own.  "Well, would you look at this.  I've got two wands!" Waving his hand, Romulus fell to the ground and started for him.  "Stupefy," and Romulus was stopped in his tracks.

"I hate you."

"No you don't."

"Fuck you."  Now it was Romulus's turn to use wandless magic.  "Accio wand."  The long wooden shaft soared towards him, and he caught it deftly.  "Now who's so good? Accio…handcuffs."  They soared towards him.  "Accio Remus."

Remus gave a yelp of surprise as he felt himself being pulled towards his brother.  Suddenly, he was in Rom's arms, and being dragged towards his brother's bed.  He knew what was going to happen, and thoughts of Sirius were pushed from his mind.  Laying on his stomach, the handcuffs were attached first to his right hand and the headboard, then a second pair on his left hand and the headboard.  His feet, however, were left alone.  He was already barefoot, and he felt his pants being tugged off.  He stifled a moan—his Dominant brother didn't like him to speak unless he was told to.  He felt his shirt ripping up his back and it was pulled off as well, leaving him with nothing but a pair of black silk boxers.  Romulus's arms were around him and then down the front of said boxers, caressing his erection with an almost gentle touch.  Then Remus knew it was too good to be true as he felt two leather rings slip down it and around the base, tightening.

Charmed cock rings.  Wonderful.

He was straining with anticipation, swollen and nearly purple. 

"Shh, love." A long finger traced his jawbone, trailing down his back.  He felt a pair of soft lips at his ear, kissing and nipping at his lobes.  "What's your safe word?"

"Moonlight." Remus whispered, feeling Rom's hardness against his inner thighs.  He bucked up to it, but was held down.  He whimpered.

"Now, now.  We'll have none of that."  Remus felt the smooth silk of his boxers sliding down his legs and heard them rustle on the floor.  He gasped as a sharp slap was laid on his left cheek, then his right.  Again, harder.

Harder.  Harder.  He imagined his arse was rather red now, at least a rose tint to it.  But he didn't dare utter a sound—he hadn't been told to. 

"Is that good, precious?"

"Yes, master."

"Good…good.  Are you ready?"

"Yes, please…please…"

"What's your safe word?" Romulus breathed in his brother's ear. 

"Moonlight.  Please, Ro—"

"Excuse me?"

"Master.  Please, Master."

The Dom smiled.  "Very well."

"May I—"

"All you want."

Remus was breathing heavily, his cock straining against its constraints.  He wanted to come so badly…he was on the edge of an orgasm…but the goddamned rings were charmed and wouldn't come off…

He gave a gasp as he felt a cool sensation around his arse.  Romulus inserted one finger and Remus tried to buck up to that, even.  "No, no, no.  Not yet, precious." A second finger.

Remus was going to burst, he knew it.

Then Remus knew his brother was as hard as he was; he could tell.  He could just tell.  "Master…"

"Shh…"

Remus felt Romulus brushing his arsehole slightly—but that's all.  He bucked up harder than he had yet, and was still held down.  He let out a moan.  "God, please! PLEASE!"

Rom slightly put in the head, then jerked out.  Farther in.  Out again.  Then he was all the way in.  Remus let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure as Romulus found his prostate.  He rubbed it slightly with the very tip, and Remus screamed.  "HARDER!" He was bucking, writhing, calling his brother's name…

The fucking rings.  The fucking cock rings.

Romulus lay in his brother for a moment more before pulling out his softening cock, and flipped Remus over.  He chuckled at Remus's expression.  He was slowly—very slowly—softening, and that wouldn't do at all.  He removed the rings and stroked the vein underneath.  Remus let out a cry of pleasure, bucking up for the umpteenth time.  Straddling his smaller brother's thighs, he wrapped his tongue around the tip, tasting the pre-come in his mouth.  "Oh god, Romulus…"

"Yes, love?"

"I'm begging you…"

"That's always a good thing." Romulus pulled his younger brother into his mouth, nearly all the way—but not quite.  Not quite.  He wrapped his tongue around, pulling, jerking, caressing.  Remus was bucking up again—he had quite a habit of that, Romulus knew—and Romulus pulled the boy all the way into his mouth.  The head of his brother's penis was nearly down his throat, and Rom's tongue was still jerking and caressing when Remus came.  Sweet, hot seed flowed down Rom's throat, reminding him of all the times before.  He swallowed it and Remus moaned again.  He removed his mouth and looked up at his twin. 

"You were wonderful."

"My god…"

"What about me?"

Remus laughed, barely pulling up the breath to do so.  "You're so fucking amazing, Rommie." 

"Why, thank you." Licking his lips, he crawled up so he was next to his brother and slipped his arm around his waist, nipping at his ear.  "It's been a pleasure."

"I expect it has, you tease." 

"Did you just call me a tease?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, you'll have to be punished for that, my dear submissive." Romulus bit Remus's shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood—but hard enough to leave a mark. 

"You're still at it, then?"

"Of course I am.  I never, ever…" he drew his tongue around Remus's neck.  "Stop."

Remus threw his arm around his brother, rolling over to look him in the eye.  "Who said you could be so fucking sexy, Romulus?"

"I did.  Now get some sleep, or you'll be tired all day tomorrow." The submissive shut his eyes, as he was told, and smiled. 

"Yes, sir."

And the two slept.

Sirius looked out the grimy window, anxiety creasing his handsome features. 

If James had died, it would have been your fault.  He fell, and was all cut up, and it was all your fault.

"I didn't mean to! It was the lighting and my depth perception was all messed up…I couldn't see that he was so far off the ground."

Oh, but why did you lie to dear Mrs. Potter? The sly voice in the back of his head asked.  I wonder what the Potters will do when they find out what you did.

"I DIDN'T DO IT! NOT ON PURPOSE!"

Oh, but didn't you? Haven't you been jealous of James ever since he made Quidditch Captain? Didn't you want that post so badly…you'd do anything for it…and if he was out of the way, you'd have free reign.

"Shut up, shut up, shut UP." Sirius muttered, and the blank portrait on the opposite wall sniggered.  "You too, Phineas."

The sniggering voice stopped.

Oh, but I can't shut up.  After all, I am you.

"No you AREN'T.  You're a psychopathic weirdo that finds some perverse pleasure in making me think I'm crazy."

Well, that would make you a schizophrenic psychopathic weirdo.

Sirius stood, glaring furiously into the corner where It sat, talking to him with that sly, nasty voice.  Its eyes gleamed nearly white from the dank darkness, a smile playing across its disgustingly thin lips. 

"I'm not crazy.  I know I'm not.  I didn't do it on purpose.  Shut up before I do you in!" he added as It began to cackle.  Sirius picked up a table lamp and pitched it into the corner.  It disappeared as the lamp crashed into the wall, and reappeared behind him.  Its lips touched his ear, heavy, putrid breath on his cheek. 

What are you going to do, Sirius? Kill me?

And It disappeared when there was a rapping on the door.  "SIRIUS BLACK! WHAT WAS THAT NOISE?!"

Sirius sighed.  "Nothing, mum.  The lamp fell over."

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME, BOY! WHO'S IN THERE?!"

Looking up to the ceiling, he wished his mother wasn't so drunk.  Her voice was slurred, and he could hear the Schnapps sloshing around in the bottle.  "Just me, mum."

"Better be.  Cause if you're hidin' someone in there…" she giggled stupidly, then screeched, "I'LL GET 'EM!" And she clomped down the stairs again.

"Stupid bitch."  He looked up at the calendar on the wall.  30 August, 1976. 

One more day.

And then he'd see Remus again. 

With a smile on his face, he began packing.  But it was too good to last; It showed up in less than a second.  Aw, wittle Siwius wuvs someone!

Rolling his eyes, Sirius turned to the man from his nightmares.  "What's it to you?"

It ignored his question.  Oh, but does Remus love you back?

Scuffing the floor with his worn trainers (his mother hated him wearing them, they were a symbol of muggle life), he looked up into Its face.  "I don't know."

He doesn't.  You know he doesn't.  He values you as a friend, Siri.  That's all.  He wouldn't love a psychopathic weirdo.  And, to add insult to injury, he deserves better than the likes of you.

Ignoring It, Sirius turned to the empty stretch of canvas on the wall.  "You're wrong."

Oh, so you think you're the best, don't you? Think you're better than everyone else?

"No." Sirius replied defensively.  "I don't."  His eyes flashed, and he whirled around to face his nightmare.

Liar. It spat the word, as if it was poison.  You know damn well you think you're superior to James—and the rest of the school, for that matter.

"I DON'T! I'M NOT! AND—AND—" he couldn't think, tears were pouring down his face.  "I'm not better."

Oh, I know that.  I know you're no better than the most lowly muggle.  But in your puny little head, you are Sirius Black, King and Lord of the World.

"That's a lie."

Is it? Well, I'll leave you to this, Your Majesty.

And he disappeared again, leaving only memories and thoughts etched upon Sirius's memory.

Angrily throwing clothes haphazardly into his trunk, Sirius was shocked when his mother screeched from the hall, "SIRIUS! YOU'VE A LETTER! SOME TAWNY OWL BROUGHT IT, STUPID BIRD! CAME IN THROUGH MY PARLOUR WINDOW, GODDAMN IT! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR STUPID FRIENDS SENDING STUPID LETTERS INTO MY PARLOUR!" She continued screeching until Sirius reached the first floor.

"I'll take that, mother." He said maliciously, his smoky eyes flashing as he looked into the identical ones of his mother.  "Thank you."

A snicker in the corner attracted his attention.  "Master acts nice now, but Mistress doesn't hear him in his room, muttering about her…"

"Shut up, Kreacher." Sirius replied to the demented house-elf's whine.

"Yes, Master." Kreacher said, stooping to an amazingly low bow.  "Even though he isn't fit to wipe slime from Mistress's shoes... Would Mistress like another drink?"

Sirius seized the chance and ran upstairs with his letter. 

Finally looking at it, he laughed out loud with relief.

Sirius Black

12 Grimmauld Place

London, England

He had never been more glad to see Remus's handwriting.  Tearing it open, he was startled to see that it was blank.  Just a blank piece of parchment.

Then a smirk slowly crept across his face.  That would be just like Remus, to put in a code word in a letter.  But what was it? Sirius tried the obvious, tapping the paper with his recently procured wand.  "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Nothing.

"Er…Hogsmeade."

Nothing.

"Lemon drop? Sugar Quill? Cockroach Cluster?"

Still nothing.

"Lycanthropy? Marauders? The Marauders' Map? Cannes? Remus? Sirius? Er…France? England? Hogwarts? Beauxbatons? Lupin? Werewolf?"

Still nothing.  Sirius was getting restless. 

"Erm…" he thought some more, lines furrowing into his brow.  "Moonlight?"

And from there, words blossomed from the point his wand touched the parchment.  "HAH!" Sirius triumphantly laughed.  He began to read quietly.

Dear Sirius,

It's been so boring here in Cannes without you.  The Riviera is nice, and the breeze is lovely.  Romulus is being pesky as usual, and is constantly reminding me of you.  Over by our summerhouse is a portion of the French Riviera—blocked by a rather tall stone fence.  To keep me out, I suppose.  But I digress.

The other day, I was thinking of you, and James, and Hogwarts, and I missed it all terribly. 

I tried to jump, Sirius.  Luckily, Romulus was there to catch me, but I so desperately wished it was you who had come and stopped me, who had put your arms around my waist and guided me down to the ground. 

Thank God school starts soon.  I don't know what I'll do if I don't get to see your face soon, hear your voice, see you out there with that ridiculous beater's club on the Quidditch pitch. 

Sirius laughed and read on.

            Since I met you on the Hogwarts Express on the first day of our first year I knew I loved you.  Your laugh, your eyes—those are so beautiful when they twinkle mischievously—your face, your body, your personality.  All of you, I fell in love with.  I'll understand if you don't want to ever talk to me after this.  I wouldn't want to look at me, either.  But I knew that if I never told you, we'd end up going our own separate ways, and never would have a chance.  Whenever you were near me, I felt a wonderful sense of dedication, of love; you were mine, even for a second. 

            When you looked at me, it was as if my heart was lifted into my throat.  I couldn't breathe, couldn't speak.  You were the boy—then the man—that I loved, that I love still. 

            I miss you so, Sirius.  I'll stop now, before you think I'm crazy.  If you don't want to see me again, I'll understand.  But please, consider what I've written.

            I love you.

Yours Truly,

Remus Lupin

Sirius's heart was thumping madly in his chest.  Remus loved him, 'It' was wrong, Remus loved him. 

Miracles did happen. 

And the first day of Year Six never seemed so far away.  One day was far too long.

fin ch. 2