(A/N: Sorry for the strange time-lapses. We're in late January, now. Just so you know.)
Chapter 23 – Blade
Blade O'Neill had long black hair and grey eyes. She was moderately pretty, but not particularly so. She wore black, grey and white clothes. She was tall and slim and her eyes glistened with mischief. She wore a little eye-liner but otherwise no make-up. When she spoke, her voice was heavily laced with an Irish accent. "Good mornin' to you. Nice day, isn't it, 'specially for the time of year?"
Sirius nodded. It really was a wonderful day for January; although it was quite cold, the sun was shining, there was hardly any wind and the rain of the day before had cleared up as though it had never been there. "Yeah. Lovely. Um … Miss O'Neill, is it?"
"Oh, no, call me Blade, please. Miss O'Neill or Mrs Sheifer sounds so fussy, doesn' it?" she replied, laughter tainting her voice. Her wide smile was starting to get infectious.
"Now what would you like for me to get for you?"
Remus had arranged for the three of them to meet at Florean Fortiscue's Ice-Cream Parlour, in Diagon Alley. They tried, and failed, to persuade her that they would buy their own ice cream. Blade, acting as if she owned the place, ordered herself a banana split with toffee, apple, pineapple and coffee flavoured ice cream. Sirius got a small bowl of Neapolitan, while Remus ordered a bowl of 'Chocolate Midnight Cookies' Haagen-Dazs (A/N: I have never had it, but I really wish I had. cries. And I just put it in there for no apparent reason)
Blade stared at him. He looked up at her. "What?"
"I just didn't think you'd be a chocolate ice-cream person," she replied carefully. Sirius snorted and smiled across at the werewolf. "You'd be awfully surprised. Many people are."
She laughed, her face lightening further. "You know, from all the things I've heard about you recently, Mr Black, I didn't think you'd be so easy to talk to. After all, you and that friend of yours, James Potter, dragged the Cannons from the gutter. Care to tell me why you left?"
"We're just talking a break, that's all."
"Any idea when you'll get back to them? I'm a great fan, you see, and I hate to see them lose," Blade said, her eyes smiling. Sirius shrugged and replied, "Don't know. Oh, and please call me Sirius. After all, you're letting us call you by your first name."
They chatted for a while until their ice creams came, then ate in silence. The conversation eventually drifted off into tense comments about the weather, until Blade broached the subject that had brought them together in the first place. She asked, very tentatively, "So. You want children, right?"
Remus swallowed hard and smiled suddenly. "It's so much easier to talk about in writing, isn't it?"
Blade laughed softly, nodded. Sirius answered her question. "Yes, we do. Care to enlighten us about why you wrote to us?"
"Well … to tell the truth, I don't know. I just … I knew you and I thought, why not. You're nice enough – hell, you're really great! You – I suppose I thought you deserved this … I don't know," she replied quickly.
Sirius blushed and said, "Thank you."
They talked for a while longer, agreeing on a date – the 1st February – then the conversation tailed off into a slightly more relaxed silence. Blade, however, started to fiddle with her napkin. Sirius noticed first. "Blade, you don't look like a fiddler. What's the matter?"
She looked up sharply. "What? Oh … right … I – only do that when I'm nervous …"
Remus frowned. "Why're you nervous?"
"Well … I … just wanted to ask you something," she said quickly, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. "You know I lost my son, right, just after my husband died? Well, I was wondering … if it's twins …"
Sirius smiled suddenly. "Could you possibly keep one?"
She nodded, blushing furiously and not meeting their eyes. Sirius leant back. /Well why not. Technically it would be her child, too./
/So long as we could see him, I can't think of a reason to object./
/You tell her. She likes you./
Remus shook his head slightly, causing Sirius' smile to widen, and said to Blade, "Blade, we can't think of a single reason why not. After all, it's your child too, and … well, you're going to deserve it. I mean, I'm not sure I could do what you're going to. You hardly know us …"
Blade looked up, grinning. "You mean it?"
Sirius touched her shoulder. "Blade, there's no reason to stop you."
She looked unable to believe what she was hearing. Remus leant over and took her hand. "Blade, if it's a boy and a girl, do you want the boy? I mean, since you lost your son …"
She looked at him. "Why? Did you want – "
He paused momentarily. /Sirius?/
/I'd prefer a girl. Girls are cute./
/OK,/ Remus replied, trying not to laugh. "Blade, we'd rather have the girl, if it's all the same to you."
She squeezed his hand tightly and whispered fiercely, "Thank you."
Sirius grinned and took her other hand. "You're welcome."
They sat in silence for a moment, then Blade stood up. "I'll go let Chris know and everything. I'll call you on the seventh, since it takes a week to – you know – know for sure if it's worked, and even then it may not work …"
They smiled at her and she left quickly, walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius looked across at Remus, who was running his finger absently around the rim of the bowl his ice cream had come in. Sirius smiled and reached over, stroking his cheek. Remus started and asked, "What?"
"Nothing … what were you thinking about?"
"October."
"What? Why October?"
"Think about it. February to October – nine months."
Sirius swallowed hard. "Yeah … I hadn't thought of that. We ought to tell your mum at least."
"Mm. When we know it's going to work."
Sirius smiled and reached over to stroke Remus' hair. Suddenly, his smile faded. "I wish the Death Eaters could be caught. I don't like James and Lilly being stuck in that house all alone … what if he finds a way to break the spell?"
"Dumbledore doesn't think it's possible. Personally, I agree with him," Remus replied comfortingly. Sirius still didn't smile, however.
"What if … what if he does come after me?"
Remus leant over and kissed his cheek. "We'll deal with it. I'm not going to stand by and let him take you away to God-knows-where and do something horrific to you until you tell him where your best friend is."
"I don't want to die, Remus," Sirius whispered suddenly, his voice cracking. Concern flooded through Remus; it wasn't like Sirius to act like this. He moved his chair over until he was right next to Sirius and pulled him into a tight hug.
"You're not going to die," he whispered fiercely. "I won't let you."
Sirius wrapped his arms around the werewolf and whispered, "I keep dreaming that I let Peter be the Secret Keeper, then he sold them to Voldemort and … I went to the house and … they were dead, and their kid was hurt … then I give my bike to Hagrid and go after Peter. And every time it happens the same – I find him and he lies, like the bloody murdering bastard he is. He asks how I could sell my best friend to Voldemort, then he … he blows up the street, turns into a rat and runs away. Not before he cuts off his own finger, though. Then the Ministry arrives and drags me to Azkaban … I never even get a trial, Remus … and I'm stuck there for … for twelve years …"
Remus was shaken by Sirius' words. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, hearing that his mate was in the wizard prison – the living hell – Azkaban. He hugged Sirius tighter. He was almost sobbing now. "That is never going to happen, Sirius. Never. You are not going to go to Azkaban; you're going to stay here with me, and you're going to be OK. He's not going to come after you, Siri. He's not. And if he does, I will not let him take you. I'd rather die."
Sirius whispered insistently, "I love you. You know that, don't you?"
Remus smiled. "I can never forget it."
Sirius sobbed, snuggling closer. Remus kissed the top of his head and told the animagus, "I love you too."
"Mm. I know."
They sat in silence for a long while, just holding each other and not caring about the odd looks and stares they were acquiring, until Sirius calmed down and they decided to go home.
7th February
Sirius bounded inside in dog form and started chasing his tail and threatening to crash into the walls of the hall. Remus shook his head at him, coming inside, shutting the door and hanging up his coat. "You're insane."
Sirius barked happily. /I'm not, I'm just excited!/
"Why can't you be excited in a normal way? I mean, rather than dragging me on the longest walk ever? Don't argue with me, Sirius Black. You made me walk along a canal bank, through a forest, half-way up a hill and then around the reservoir, and you wouldn't let me take you home when it started raining!"
/I needed to vent my excess energy!/
"But in the rain?"
/You've got a hood on that coat haven't you? Anyway, you need the exercise!/
"And here was me thinking you're always going on about how I'm too thin …"
Sirius avoided the question. /Come on, Moony, you can't say you didn't enjoy some of it."
"Yeah, I liked the first five minutes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get myself a hot chocolate. I need the sugar and the heat," Remus replied, grinning, and walking into the kitchen. Sirius leapt after him and jumped up so his front paws were resting on the counter. Remus frowned at him, but made no attempt to make him get down. /Make me one./
"No."
/Why?/ he whined. Remus replied that he could hardly drink hot chocolate in dog form. Sirius changed back and walked to the sink to wash his hands. Remus grinned and told him, "You might as well make us the hot chocolate now. I'll go see what's on the TV."
Sirius glared at his back as he left the room, but still made them both drinks and went into the living room. Remus was curled up on the settee cuddling a pillow, his knees drawn up to his chin, his eyes closed. He had already lit the fire, and it was now blazing and lending a cheerful glow to the room. Sirius sat down beside him and passed him his drink. Remus took it and had a drink.
Sirius asked, "When do you think Blade'll call?"
/I haven't got a clue. Why don't you go play with your bike to vent some of that infamous 'excess energy'?/ Remus replied, sighing deeply.
"Why don't you come help me?"
/I'm comfy, Sirius. Go fiddle with that machine of yours./
/I'd rather fiddle with you./ Sirius replied mischievously, running his fingers up Remus' arm. The werewolf smiled gently and put his mug down on the floor. Sirius grinned and followed suit. Remus didn't move as Sirius leant over and kissed his cheek, moving down onto his neck. "Love you."
/Love you too./
Sirius grinned and nipped gently at the werewolf's neck. Remus opened his eyes and he looked up at Sirius. He released his grip on the pillow, which was knocked away from him by Sirius, and placed his arms around Sirius' neck. The animagus knelt up over Remus' body, so that the werewolf could stretch his legs out. Once he had done so, Sirius lay down on top of him. He nuzzled into Remus' hair. The werewolf twisted and bit his earlobe. Sirius chuckled, wriggling as Remus' breath blew down his ear.
"Sirius?"
"What?"
"We'll traumatize Blade if we go any further."
"OK. Let's just lie here, then," Sirius replied, surprising Remus. He leant his head on Remus' shoulder and kissed his neck. "I just want to be near you."
Remus smiled and leant his head against Sirius', sighing deeply. Sirius closed his eyes and relaxed. Remus started to massage his back. Sirius muttered something and changed position slightly; he sounded sleepy. The werewolf kissed his forehead, not entirely surprised. He would be tried too if he'd just been sprinting around chasing ducks, rabbits, hares and just about anything else that moved. Sirius smiled, his eyes still closed. Remus cuddled him tightly. "Shh, go to sleep for a while."
Sirius frowned slightly, but after a moment he relaxed and seemed to obey. His breathing became regular and his body relaxed further. Suddenly there was a shout from the fireplace, jerking Sirius awake. He sat up so he was straddling Remus' hips and glared at Blade.
"I was asleep!"
Remus muttered, "For once. He's normally wide awake and gagging for it."
Sirius leant down and growled. "You're in trouble now, mate."
Remus grinned. "I can barely wait for my punishment. Can it wait until Blade's gone?"
"It'll have to," she replied for Sirius. She continued, "I did the pregnancy test this morning and everything's fine. I tried calling you earlier but you were out."
Remus glared up as Sirius. "I told you that walk was a bad idea!"
Blade grinned and carried on. "I'll not be sure for another eleven weeks, but as soon as I know it's absolutely one-hundred-per-cent definite, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Blade. We owe you."
"Nah, you don't. You're givin' your child to me if it's twins. That's quite enough payment for me. Although I would still've gone through with it if you'd said no. So I'll see you soon. I'll call you in eight weeks, and then again in eleven. And – God forbid – if anything bad happens. I honestly hope it doesn'."
They smiled at her and she disappeared from the green flames of the fire, which returned to normal as she did so. Then Sirius turned back to his lover. "Now for your punishment, Mister Moony."
With that, he kissed Remus passionately, changing position so he could grind their hips together. Then he released Remus' lips and started to kiss his neck. His fingers found their way under his shirt and rubbed the skin on his sides gently, causing little shivers of pleasure to run through the werewolf. Remus liked this form of punishment so far. His hips bucked suddenly and he moaned, "Sirius …"
Sirius sat up on his heels over Remus' knees and purred, "Did that turn you on, my love?"
"God, yes …"
"You need more now, don't you?"
Remus nodded desperately, starting at Sirius with wide, fiery eyes. Sirius smiled. "You just want to fuck me into this sofa, to feel me all around you, to touch me, to tease me …"
Remus whimpered, his fingers twitching as his eyes shut. Sirius murmured softly, "Just think about how good it feels, so tight and hot and soft …"
Remus groaned, rolling onto his side and curling around his throbbing erection. "Oh good Gods, Sirius … stop it!"
"OK," Sirius grinned. He stood up and said, "I'm going to bed now. Night, Remus."
The werewolf uncurled slightly as he watched his mate leave the room, a look of shock painted all over his face.
Sirius undressed quickly, leaving only his underwear on, and went into the bathroom to clean his teeth. He heard Remus stagger upstairs and push open the door. After a moment of admiring Sirius' lean, well-muscled body, covered only by his black boxers, and wishing he could simply push his mate up against the wall and fuck him until neither of them knew who they were, he growled, "You can't do that!"
Sirius spat out a mouthful of toothpaste and foam and rinsed his mouth before he replied coolly, "Watch me."
Then he walked through into their shared bedroom and lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over himself. Remus stumbled in a second later, scowling. "Sirius Black, you cannot turn me on like that and then just … just go to bed!"
Sirius ignored him, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. Remus crossed the room in a few strides and sat heavily over Sirius' hips. The animagus opened one eye. Remus growled, leaning down for a kiss. Sirius, however, reached out and pushed him away, rolling him off onto his own side of the bed. "Not tonight, Remus, I'm tired."
Remus let out a strangled, indignant cry. He seemed beyond words. Sirius rolled over so his back faced Remus. The werewolf pulled off his own clothes, and lay down on the bed under the covers too. He didn't have much choice; it was the closest he could get to Sirius. The sheets of the bed were cool against his fevered skin. He looked over at Sirius, cursing the words he had said before. The werewolf stared at his bare back, his gaze travelling slowly down his spine until it reached his boxers. He whined in frustration. Sirius bit his lip to keep from grinning or laughing out loud. Inside their heads he muttered, /And you said I was constantly gagging for it!/
"Yeah, well at least I don't deliberately get you hard and then just leave you!" Remus gasped. This was torture, and Sirius knew it. Sirius was enjoying it. He couldn't possibly get away with this … Remus felt sure he would go totally insane if Sirius did get away with it, and it looked horribly like he was going to. He reached over and touched Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wriggled away. "I said not tonight. Go to sleep."
Remus groaned, closing his eyes. /Sirius, I never do this to you! Please … please, I need you …/
"Well you're going to have to need me. See you in the morning," Sirius replied. He knew it was cruel, and he didn't really need to do any more. Remus had been tortured enough. He could feel his unbearably painful lust through their mental bond, and it was starting to turn him on too. That wasn't a good thing when he was supposed to be punishing Remus.
Sirius heard Remus gasp behind him. He couldn't resist looking over his shoulder. Remus had curled his fingers around his cock and was stroking himself. Sirius watched him for a long moment, seeing the little spasms of exquisite pain cross Remus' face. Sirius breathed, "Does that feel good?"
Remus replied, "Not as good as you … God, nothing's as good as when I'm inside you …"
The werewolf opened his eyes and looked up at Sirius. Sirius blinked slowly. Fierce, violent arousal was curling inside him, as was a desperate need to submit. He moaned softly. Remus' eyes flickered shut again. "You're always so tight and hot … Oh, God, so good … Oh! Sirius!"
Remus' eyes flew open and he looked up into Sirius' eyes. The animagus could feel Remus was close to release now. His fingers were shaking as they ran over his cock. That need to succumb to Remus was getting very strong, almost unbearable. Sirius rolled over onto his back and whispered, "Take me, Remmie … Please just take me …"
Remus sighed in relief and dragged Sirius' boxers off before he rolled on top of his mate. Sirius automatically wrapped his legs around Remus' hips. The werewolf gasped and thrust into Sirius' unprepared passage. There was a shadow of hurt for a moment, but the unnoticeable pain was forgotten as it ebbed away, replaced by raw, carnal desire and intense love. Sirius groaned and whispered, "Moony … love it when you take me …"
Remus growled, "Don't you ever, ever make me go through that again."
"Won't … oh God in heaven! … you're too good – submission's too good … soooo good! … Moony – Oh, Remus! Remmie!" Sirius gasped, whimpering as Remus' fingers started to run over his body and he became rougher. Remus simply leant his head onto Sirius' shoulder, gasping and thrusting harder. Yes, when Sirius gave in, it really was very, very good.
(A/N: I didn't feel like writing one of those scenes. I just didn't. There is no good reason. Kind of a nasty chapter, is the next one. Then the chapter after that is the start of the torture, so watch out. And, um, is anyone reading this? No one seems to be … Please, please review, because I love the encouragement and they make me happy, and if I don't get many I might stop writing because, as I've said before, ther's no point! so REVIEW!!)
Chapter 23 – Blade
Blade O'Neill had long black hair and grey eyes. She was moderately pretty, but not particularly so. She wore black, grey and white clothes. She was tall and slim and her eyes glistened with mischief. She wore a little eye-liner but otherwise no make-up. When she spoke, her voice was heavily laced with an Irish accent. "Good mornin' to you. Nice day, isn't it, 'specially for the time of year?"
Sirius nodded. It really was a wonderful day for January; although it was quite cold, the sun was shining, there was hardly any wind and the rain of the day before had cleared up as though it had never been there. "Yeah. Lovely. Um … Miss O'Neill, is it?"
"Oh, no, call me Blade, please. Miss O'Neill or Mrs Sheifer sounds so fussy, doesn' it?" she replied, laughter tainting her voice. Her wide smile was starting to get infectious.
"Now what would you like for me to get for you?"
Remus had arranged for the three of them to meet at Florean Fortiscue's Ice-Cream Parlour, in Diagon Alley. They tried, and failed, to persuade her that they would buy their own ice cream. Blade, acting as if she owned the place, ordered herself a banana split with toffee, apple, pineapple and coffee flavoured ice cream. Sirius got a small bowl of Neapolitan, while Remus ordered a bowl of 'Chocolate Midnight Cookies' Haagen-Dazs (A/N: I have never had it, but I really wish I had. cries. And I just put it in there for no apparent reason)
Blade stared at him. He looked up at her. "What?"
"I just didn't think you'd be a chocolate ice-cream person," she replied carefully. Sirius snorted and smiled across at the werewolf. "You'd be awfully surprised. Many people are."
She laughed, her face lightening further. "You know, from all the things I've heard about you recently, Mr Black, I didn't think you'd be so easy to talk to. After all, you and that friend of yours, James Potter, dragged the Cannons from the gutter. Care to tell me why you left?"
"We're just talking a break, that's all."
"Any idea when you'll get back to them? I'm a great fan, you see, and I hate to see them lose," Blade said, her eyes smiling. Sirius shrugged and replied, "Don't know. Oh, and please call me Sirius. After all, you're letting us call you by your first name."
They chatted for a while until their ice creams came, then ate in silence. The conversation eventually drifted off into tense comments about the weather, until Blade broached the subject that had brought them together in the first place. She asked, very tentatively, "So. You want children, right?"
Remus swallowed hard and smiled suddenly. "It's so much easier to talk about in writing, isn't it?"
Blade laughed softly, nodded. Sirius answered her question. "Yes, we do. Care to enlighten us about why you wrote to us?"
"Well … to tell the truth, I don't know. I just … I knew you and I thought, why not. You're nice enough – hell, you're really great! You – I suppose I thought you deserved this … I don't know," she replied quickly.
Sirius blushed and said, "Thank you."
They talked for a while longer, agreeing on a date – the 1st February – then the conversation tailed off into a slightly more relaxed silence. Blade, however, started to fiddle with her napkin. Sirius noticed first. "Blade, you don't look like a fiddler. What's the matter?"
She looked up sharply. "What? Oh … right … I – only do that when I'm nervous …"
Remus frowned. "Why're you nervous?"
"Well … I … just wanted to ask you something," she said quickly, looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. "You know I lost my son, right, just after my husband died? Well, I was wondering … if it's twins …"
Sirius smiled suddenly. "Could you possibly keep one?"
She nodded, blushing furiously and not meeting their eyes. Sirius leant back. /Well why not. Technically it would be her child, too./
/So long as we could see him, I can't think of a reason to object./
/You tell her. She likes you./
Remus shook his head slightly, causing Sirius' smile to widen, and said to Blade, "Blade, we can't think of a single reason why not. After all, it's your child too, and … well, you're going to deserve it. I mean, I'm not sure I could do what you're going to. You hardly know us …"
Blade looked up, grinning. "You mean it?"
Sirius touched her shoulder. "Blade, there's no reason to stop you."
She looked unable to believe what she was hearing. Remus leant over and took her hand. "Blade, if it's a boy and a girl, do you want the boy? I mean, since you lost your son …"
She looked at him. "Why? Did you want – "
He paused momentarily. /Sirius?/
/I'd prefer a girl. Girls are cute./
/OK,/ Remus replied, trying not to laugh. "Blade, we'd rather have the girl, if it's all the same to you."
She squeezed his hand tightly and whispered fiercely, "Thank you."
Sirius grinned and took her other hand. "You're welcome."
They sat in silence for a moment, then Blade stood up. "I'll go let Chris know and everything. I'll call you on the seventh, since it takes a week to – you know – know for sure if it's worked, and even then it may not work …"
They smiled at her and she left quickly, walking towards the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius looked across at Remus, who was running his finger absently around the rim of the bowl his ice cream had come in. Sirius smiled and reached over, stroking his cheek. Remus started and asked, "What?"
"Nothing … what were you thinking about?"
"October."
"What? Why October?"
"Think about it. February to October – nine months."
Sirius swallowed hard. "Yeah … I hadn't thought of that. We ought to tell your mum at least."
"Mm. When we know it's going to work."
Sirius smiled and reached over to stroke Remus' hair. Suddenly, his smile faded. "I wish the Death Eaters could be caught. I don't like James and Lilly being stuck in that house all alone … what if he finds a way to break the spell?"
"Dumbledore doesn't think it's possible. Personally, I agree with him," Remus replied comfortingly. Sirius still didn't smile, however.
"What if … what if he does come after me?"
Remus leant over and kissed his cheek. "We'll deal with it. I'm not going to stand by and let him take you away to God-knows-where and do something horrific to you until you tell him where your best friend is."
"I don't want to die, Remus," Sirius whispered suddenly, his voice cracking. Concern flooded through Remus; it wasn't like Sirius to act like this. He moved his chair over until he was right next to Sirius and pulled him into a tight hug.
"You're not going to die," he whispered fiercely. "I won't let you."
Sirius wrapped his arms around the werewolf and whispered, "I keep dreaming that I let Peter be the Secret Keeper, then he sold them to Voldemort and … I went to the house and … they were dead, and their kid was hurt … then I give my bike to Hagrid and go after Peter. And every time it happens the same – I find him and he lies, like the bloody murdering bastard he is. He asks how I could sell my best friend to Voldemort, then he … he blows up the street, turns into a rat and runs away. Not before he cuts off his own finger, though. Then the Ministry arrives and drags me to Azkaban … I never even get a trial, Remus … and I'm stuck there for … for twelve years …"
Remus was shaken by Sirius' words. He couldn't imagine what it would be like, hearing that his mate was in the wizard prison – the living hell – Azkaban. He hugged Sirius tighter. He was almost sobbing now. "That is never going to happen, Sirius. Never. You are not going to go to Azkaban; you're going to stay here with me, and you're going to be OK. He's not going to come after you, Siri. He's not. And if he does, I will not let him take you. I'd rather die."
Sirius whispered insistently, "I love you. You know that, don't you?"
Remus smiled. "I can never forget it."
Sirius sobbed, snuggling closer. Remus kissed the top of his head and told the animagus, "I love you too."
"Mm. I know."
They sat in silence for a long while, just holding each other and not caring about the odd looks and stares they were acquiring, until Sirius calmed down and they decided to go home.
7th February
Sirius bounded inside in dog form and started chasing his tail and threatening to crash into the walls of the hall. Remus shook his head at him, coming inside, shutting the door and hanging up his coat. "You're insane."
Sirius barked happily. /I'm not, I'm just excited!/
"Why can't you be excited in a normal way? I mean, rather than dragging me on the longest walk ever? Don't argue with me, Sirius Black. You made me walk along a canal bank, through a forest, half-way up a hill and then around the reservoir, and you wouldn't let me take you home when it started raining!"
/I needed to vent my excess energy!/
"But in the rain?"
/You've got a hood on that coat haven't you? Anyway, you need the exercise!/
"And here was me thinking you're always going on about how I'm too thin …"
Sirius avoided the question. /Come on, Moony, you can't say you didn't enjoy some of it."
"Yeah, I liked the first five minutes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get myself a hot chocolate. I need the sugar and the heat," Remus replied, grinning, and walking into the kitchen. Sirius leapt after him and jumped up so his front paws were resting on the counter. Remus frowned at him, but made no attempt to make him get down. /Make me one./
"No."
/Why?/ he whined. Remus replied that he could hardly drink hot chocolate in dog form. Sirius changed back and walked to the sink to wash his hands. Remus grinned and told him, "You might as well make us the hot chocolate now. I'll go see what's on the TV."
Sirius glared at his back as he left the room, but still made them both drinks and went into the living room. Remus was curled up on the settee cuddling a pillow, his knees drawn up to his chin, his eyes closed. He had already lit the fire, and it was now blazing and lending a cheerful glow to the room. Sirius sat down beside him and passed him his drink. Remus took it and had a drink.
Sirius asked, "When do you think Blade'll call?"
/I haven't got a clue. Why don't you go play with your bike to vent some of that infamous 'excess energy'?/ Remus replied, sighing deeply.
"Why don't you come help me?"
/I'm comfy, Sirius. Go fiddle with that machine of yours./
/I'd rather fiddle with you./ Sirius replied mischievously, running his fingers up Remus' arm. The werewolf smiled gently and put his mug down on the floor. Sirius grinned and followed suit. Remus didn't move as Sirius leant over and kissed his cheek, moving down onto his neck. "Love you."
/Love you too./
Sirius grinned and nipped gently at the werewolf's neck. Remus opened his eyes and he looked up at Sirius. He released his grip on the pillow, which was knocked away from him by Sirius, and placed his arms around Sirius' neck. The animagus knelt up over Remus' body, so that the werewolf could stretch his legs out. Once he had done so, Sirius lay down on top of him. He nuzzled into Remus' hair. The werewolf twisted and bit his earlobe. Sirius chuckled, wriggling as Remus' breath blew down his ear.
"Sirius?"
"What?"
"We'll traumatize Blade if we go any further."
"OK. Let's just lie here, then," Sirius replied, surprising Remus. He leant his head on Remus' shoulder and kissed his neck. "I just want to be near you."
Remus smiled and leant his head against Sirius', sighing deeply. Sirius closed his eyes and relaxed. Remus started to massage his back. Sirius muttered something and changed position slightly; he sounded sleepy. The werewolf kissed his forehead, not entirely surprised. He would be tried too if he'd just been sprinting around chasing ducks, rabbits, hares and just about anything else that moved. Sirius smiled, his eyes still closed. Remus cuddled him tightly. "Shh, go to sleep for a while."
Sirius frowned slightly, but after a moment he relaxed and seemed to obey. His breathing became regular and his body relaxed further. Suddenly there was a shout from the fireplace, jerking Sirius awake. He sat up so he was straddling Remus' hips and glared at Blade.
"I was asleep!"
Remus muttered, "For once. He's normally wide awake and gagging for it."
Sirius leant down and growled. "You're in trouble now, mate."
Remus grinned. "I can barely wait for my punishment. Can it wait until Blade's gone?"
"It'll have to," she replied for Sirius. She continued, "I did the pregnancy test this morning and everything's fine. I tried calling you earlier but you were out."
Remus glared up as Sirius. "I told you that walk was a bad idea!"
Blade grinned and carried on. "I'll not be sure for another eleven weeks, but as soon as I know it's absolutely one-hundred-per-cent definite, I'll let you know."
"Thanks, Blade. We owe you."
"Nah, you don't. You're givin' your child to me if it's twins. That's quite enough payment for me. Although I would still've gone through with it if you'd said no. So I'll see you soon. I'll call you in eight weeks, and then again in eleven. And – God forbid – if anything bad happens. I honestly hope it doesn'."
They smiled at her and she disappeared from the green flames of the fire, which returned to normal as she did so. Then Sirius turned back to his lover. "Now for your punishment, Mister Moony."
With that, he kissed Remus passionately, changing position so he could grind their hips together. Then he released Remus' lips and started to kiss his neck. His fingers found their way under his shirt and rubbed the skin on his sides gently, causing little shivers of pleasure to run through the werewolf. Remus liked this form of punishment so far. His hips bucked suddenly and he moaned, "Sirius …"
Sirius sat up on his heels over Remus' knees and purred, "Did that turn you on, my love?"
"God, yes …"
"You need more now, don't you?"
Remus nodded desperately, starting at Sirius with wide, fiery eyes. Sirius smiled. "You just want to fuck me into this sofa, to feel me all around you, to touch me, to tease me …"
Remus whimpered, his fingers twitching as his eyes shut. Sirius murmured softly, "Just think about how good it feels, so tight and hot and soft …"
Remus groaned, rolling onto his side and curling around his throbbing erection. "Oh good Gods, Sirius … stop it!"
"OK," Sirius grinned. He stood up and said, "I'm going to bed now. Night, Remus."
The werewolf uncurled slightly as he watched his mate leave the room, a look of shock painted all over his face.
Sirius undressed quickly, leaving only his underwear on, and went into the bathroom to clean his teeth. He heard Remus stagger upstairs and push open the door. After a moment of admiring Sirius' lean, well-muscled body, covered only by his black boxers, and wishing he could simply push his mate up against the wall and fuck him until neither of them knew who they were, he growled, "You can't do that!"
Sirius spat out a mouthful of toothpaste and foam and rinsed his mouth before he replied coolly, "Watch me."
Then he walked through into their shared bedroom and lay down on the bed, pulling the covers over himself. Remus stumbled in a second later, scowling. "Sirius Black, you cannot turn me on like that and then just … just go to bed!"
Sirius ignored him, folding his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. Remus crossed the room in a few strides and sat heavily over Sirius' hips. The animagus opened one eye. Remus growled, leaning down for a kiss. Sirius, however, reached out and pushed him away, rolling him off onto his own side of the bed. "Not tonight, Remus, I'm tired."
Remus let out a strangled, indignant cry. He seemed beyond words. Sirius rolled over so his back faced Remus. The werewolf pulled off his own clothes, and lay down on the bed under the covers too. He didn't have much choice; it was the closest he could get to Sirius. The sheets of the bed were cool against his fevered skin. He looked over at Sirius, cursing the words he had said before. The werewolf stared at his bare back, his gaze travelling slowly down his spine until it reached his boxers. He whined in frustration. Sirius bit his lip to keep from grinning or laughing out loud. Inside their heads he muttered, /And you said I was constantly gagging for it!/
"Yeah, well at least I don't deliberately get you hard and then just leave you!" Remus gasped. This was torture, and Sirius knew it. Sirius was enjoying it. He couldn't possibly get away with this … Remus felt sure he would go totally insane if Sirius did get away with it, and it looked horribly like he was going to. He reached over and touched Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wriggled away. "I said not tonight. Go to sleep."
Remus groaned, closing his eyes. /Sirius, I never do this to you! Please … please, I need you …/
"Well you're going to have to need me. See you in the morning," Sirius replied. He knew it was cruel, and he didn't really need to do any more. Remus had been tortured enough. He could feel his unbearably painful lust through their mental bond, and it was starting to turn him on too. That wasn't a good thing when he was supposed to be punishing Remus.
Sirius heard Remus gasp behind him. He couldn't resist looking over his shoulder. Remus had curled his fingers around his cock and was stroking himself. Sirius watched him for a long moment, seeing the little spasms of exquisite pain cross Remus' face. Sirius breathed, "Does that feel good?"
Remus replied, "Not as good as you … God, nothing's as good as when I'm inside you …"
The werewolf opened his eyes and looked up at Sirius. Sirius blinked slowly. Fierce, violent arousal was curling inside him, as was a desperate need to submit. He moaned softly. Remus' eyes flickered shut again. "You're always so tight and hot … Oh, God, so good … Oh! Sirius!"
Remus' eyes flew open and he looked up into Sirius' eyes. The animagus could feel Remus was close to release now. His fingers were shaking as they ran over his cock. That need to succumb to Remus was getting very strong, almost unbearable. Sirius rolled over onto his back and whispered, "Take me, Remmie … Please just take me …"
Remus sighed in relief and dragged Sirius' boxers off before he rolled on top of his mate. Sirius automatically wrapped his legs around Remus' hips. The werewolf gasped and thrust into Sirius' unprepared passage. There was a shadow of hurt for a moment, but the unnoticeable pain was forgotten as it ebbed away, replaced by raw, carnal desire and intense love. Sirius groaned and whispered, "Moony … love it when you take me …"
Remus growled, "Don't you ever, ever make me go through that again."
"Won't … oh God in heaven! … you're too good – submission's too good … soooo good! … Moony – Oh, Remus! Remmie!" Sirius gasped, whimpering as Remus' fingers started to run over his body and he became rougher. Remus simply leant his head onto Sirius' shoulder, gasping and thrusting harder. Yes, when Sirius gave in, it really was very, very good.
(A/N: I didn't feel like writing one of those scenes. I just didn't. There is no good reason. Kind of a nasty chapter, is the next one. Then the chapter after that is the start of the torture, so watch out. And, um, is anyone reading this? No one seems to be … Please, please review, because I love the encouragement and they make me happy, and if I don't get many I might stop writing because, as I've said before, ther's no point! so REVIEW!!)
