Disclaimer: All things in association with the Harry Potter books are at the mercy of J.K. Rowling. I don't own these characters.
Author Note: This one's dedicated to J.K. Rowling. She made me laugh with her suggestion that Remus was heterosexual in "Half-Blood Prince". Silly woman.
Warning: This fanfic is intended for people over the age of 13, for it deals with "adult situations". The following also CONTAINS SLASH. This means that it contains elements of homosexuality. If you have a problem with it… well, it's not that hard to click the "back" button. And if you have the audacity to flame me after my courteous little warning label, don't expect a nice reply!
Summary: Remus convinces Sirius that there is more than one use for a washing machine. SLASH.
Sirius Black eyed the monstrous white box with obvious disapproval. "I just don't understand why we need one, Moony. It's so… unnatural. That is, we're wizards; why dally in the ways of muggles?"
"Sirius, could you please try to be a little more open minded for once in your life?"
Sirius looked offended. "Well excuse me, but not all of us are that interested in muggle studies."
Remus sighed. He'd known the minute he'd bought the muggle washing machine that it was going to be a difficult transition for Sirius.
"Trust me, this will make the whole laundry bit a lot easier."
Sirius was unconvinced. "How exactly does it work?" he asked, flipping black hair over his shoulders to reveal a skeptical look.
"Well…" Remus stepped up to the washer, ushering his boyfriend with him. "You open it here, Padfoot"(he pulled open the boxy door) "and then put the clothes in. Of course, there's a rather complex method of sorting the clothes by colors (and sometimes material), then adding the laundry soap," he waved his hand impatiently, "but we should probably keep the introduction simple."
Sirius crossed his shoulders, eyes narrowing suspiciously. "That's it?"
"Well, no. Then you press this button…" Remus put his finger on the tiny red circle, which sent the washing machine into a whirlwind of spinning metal and loud, howling cries.
The animagus jumped two feet in the air, covering his ears with both hands. "Holy hell! Remus, that thing's possessed!"
Remus had immediately sprang to turn the machine off, breathing a sigh of relief once it had quieted.
After his fear had subsided, Sirius smirked handsomely. "Yes, I can see where a howling white box would most definitely come in handy, Moony."
Not to be put out, Remus embraced a new idea that had just came to his mind.
"Well, there are, of course, other uses for a muggle washer."
Sirius' looked back in question, as if sensing what was coming next. "Really. Like…"
"I'll show you, shall I?"
Sirius wagged his eyebrows in a manner that suggested a reply of "yes, please".
Sirius climbed atop the washer first to test his weight. Satisfied, apparently, that it hadn't exploded or fallen to pieces, he helped the smaller man up onto the platform.
The two made short work of removing each other's clothes (they didn't bother to stop and properly sort the dirty laundry).
Warm bodies shuddered delightedly against the impossible cold of steel. The washer remained silent throughout, save for the expected creaking every now and then…
A while later ---
"That turned out a lot better than when you tried to convince me that the kitchen table had more than one function."
"Yeah," Remus agreed, "well, the washing machine's still intact." Both men chuckled fondly at the memory.
"I liked that table," Sirius lamented after a moment.
"You're going to have to get over it. We've got laundry to do."
The idea of coming into contact with the large white box was no longer quite so daunting to Sirius.