Title: Least Expected
Authors: DemonessOfPunishment and The Demonic Duo
Rating: R
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter.
Summary: Sirius leaves home for an all boys school, returning later to reunite with past friends and notices an unexpected change with one Remus Lupin. It seems that the librarian's tired of being "proper" and "prudish." AU, SLASH. SBRL.
Morning.
Remus smiled, cuddling his orange tabby against his chest while he held his house phone between his ear and shoulder. He was on the phone with a friend who normally babysat his cats. He had two feline companions. Turpentine was currently kneading his shirt, while Felix, his calico, was probably off munching on the tassels of his bed.
"No, no." He chuckled into the mic of the phone. Adjusting Turpentine, he reached into a cabinet and pulled down a can of wet catfood. "I think that instead of going out tomorrow, I'll have a friend stop by here."
He blushed, listening to her cooing. "No, it's not like that." Remus opened the can, biting his lip and putting his tabby down. "I don't have a boyfriend, Angela"
Remus reached into his kitchen drawer, pulling out a fork and serving his animals their food. Once a day, the cats had a half a can of wet food. He laughed into the phone. "Yeah, be suspicious. Uh-huh. You won't believe when I strictly say friend."
He threw the can away and rinsed the fork off, dropping it to the botton of the sink. "He's gorgeous, I just don't know... I mean, he just came back from..." Pause. Blushing and an indignant groan. "How did you know I meant him"
If possible, Remus' blush deepened when he listened to Angela rant. "No! It's not obvious that I like him! ...At least to him it's not..." he grumbled with a sigh. "But, as I've repeatedly said, he's just a friend."
Remus walked out of the kitchen, picking up the few throw pillows his cats had knocked down during their time running around the house. "No, I don't know if he is or not, but I doubt he his." He pouted. "Once you see him, you'll understand why I can doubt it. He's so gorgeous, that I'm sure once he gets on the dating scene, it won't be long before he's got himself a girlfriend."
"It's not as easy as that." He snorted. "Oh yes, 'Sirius, care for some time in the bedroom? I brought handcuffs!'He'll so go for that."
He went into the livingroom, plopping gracefully onto his soft and plushy couch, leaning back and curling up into the pillows. He turned the television on, leaving the volume all the way down as he stared blankly at the screen.
"I got him a puppy. We named it Padfoot, after him." Remus murmured, stretching out restlessly. His shop would be opening the day after tomorrow. He was nervous and excited. Angela and Lily couldn't wait either, since they were the only ones who knew about it ahead of time. Co-planners, you know?
Remus sighed. "Alright, Angela, I'll see you tomorrow" he said as she declared she had to go. Hanging up the phone, he dropped it onto the side table before resting his head on the arm rest. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed again, staring up at the ceiling, getting lost in his own thoughts.
He still had some time before he had to be ready for Sirius' arrival. Today, they were going shopping for things for Padfoot. According to Sirius, he needed dog toys, having already chewed up on of the couch pillows. Remus shook his head, thinking about Sirius. He truly did wonder about the other man. Was there a chance that Sirius was gay? Remus certainly hoped so.
It had been a while since Remus had been with someone, and out of everyone, Sirius is who he wanted most. Of course, he still didn't have the time to dwell on that. Today he had quite a bit to do, mainly school and a few errands and more importantly dinner. Sirius was comming over for dinner and he was feeling very excited. In the school-girl way, too. Giggles and all.
Remus placed Turpentine on the ground and went into the other room to remove the cat hairs and lint from his clothes. He was dressed in a pair of forest green corduroy pants and a creamy white button-up shirt. He had class in about an hour. Once he finished cleaning off his clothes, he did the same for his coat and bag before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.
His coat was a rich brown trench that went to his knees and had fur lining the collar. He was well-known for being gay, but even Remus thought the coat was ridiculously effeminate.
The day passed easily, and on his way home he stopped at the store and picked up a few things for dinner and Sirius's dog, Padfoot. Even though he was more partial to cats, he found the dog absolutely adorable. Bringing the dog home had strictly been impulse, and then became more likely a gift for Sirius.
Once he made it home, he deposited the dog items beside the door and set the grocieries in the kitchen. He left them there, figuring he wouldn't need to prepare dinner quite yet. He busied himself with laundry, doing a load and then drying them. Depending, he would iron the clothes or hang them.
Not satisfied with his outfit, he changed into something tighter and blushed slightly when he looked in his tall mirror.
"God, I hope that's not too obvious." He muttered, twirling in the mirror to look himself over. It was quite possibly the tightest pair of shirt and jeans combination he owned. The entired outfit was black and made him look smaller and more petite, but he figured it was fine. No need to wrinkle other clothes pointlessly. It was only Sirius. Right?
Satisfied with his clothes, Remus left the room, heading back downstairs. He still had an hour before he could think of starting dinner, so he went over to the couch and sat down, turning on the TV. After flipping through the channels three times, he shut it off and laid down as Felix climbed onto his chest. He stroked the fur of the cat lazily, drifting from consciencness slowly.
Not long after he fell asleep, Remus was startled awake by the oven's timer. He lie there for a long moment, trying to catch his breath. Remus vaguely remembered what he was dreaming about, but what he remembered stuck with him completely. His body reminded him of just how damn good the dream was, though, he was thankful, there was nothing he needed to be... take care of.
Remus stood up, acutely aware that the cats were racing and thumping around upstairs. He turned the oven off, opening it to check the food before closing it and leaving it in the stove. He made lasagna from his mother's recipe book, and was quite pleased at how well it turned out.
Remus started making the salad that was to go with the lasagna. It took him a little over five minutes, then he started on the dressing. Within a few minutes, he was satisfied with the dressing, and put both items in the fridge. Also in the fridge was a turtle cheesecake that was to be for desert.
He licked his lips, wondering is Sirius would like the cheesecake, with all the gooey caramel. He shook his head forcibly, trying to keep the mental images from sprouting. He jumped, shutting the door at the small yelp that came from outside. Smiling, Remus left the kitchen, walked down the hall and opened the front door.
"Hey, Remmie" Sirius greeted with a grin, Padfoot at his feet, jumping up and down wildly, sometimes from side to side.
Remus smiled, letting them both inside the house. "Hello, Sirius, Padfoot." He said, bending down and petting the dog.
Sirius took the small leash off the dog's harness, watching the little black puppy bounce into the house and sniff around. He grinned at Remus and gave him a long considering look. He eyed Remus's outfit slowly, taking in the incredible way the clothes hugged his body. Remus stood up, smiling.
"I hope you still like lasagna, because that's what's for dinner." He murmured. Sirius nodded, taking his coat off and draping it on the coat rack before making his way around the room to stare at different pictures and trinkets. He stood still, stretching with a low groan that made Remus's insides clench.
Remus held his breath, thinking about the way Sirius held him so carefully in his dream. Gentle but possessive as he thrust int"Remus, when was this" Sirius asked, picking up a picture. Remus blushed brightly, shaking his head to clear the previous thoughts and walking over to him to observe the portrait.
"Ah, that was three years ago when my parents and I went to Greece to visit my Uncle." He said softly, his voice breathier than usual.
Sirius glanced at Remus quickly before putting the picture back. "And this"
Remus swallowed, looking at a picture of him and James covered in mud and beaming haplessly at the camera. Lily had taken the picture. In Remus's hand was the hose facing downwards and spraying water and mud upwards. "Aah..." He paused, feeling Sirius's body shift. He was reminded of the beginning of the dream when Sirius adjusted him in his lap before he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "T-that was the summer after graduation."
Sirius put the picture back, turning to face Remus before placing the back of his hand on Remus's face. "Are you alright, Remus? You look... flushed and your voice is kind of hoarse."
Remus resisted the urge to nuzzle the hand, and swallowed deeply, before nodding. "Y-yes, I'm fine" he said, moving away from Sirius's hand reluctantly. "I think the lasagna is almost done" he said, turning and leaving the room, breathing deeply. Sirius blinked, a little confused by Remus' strange behavior.
In the kitchen, Remus pulled the lasagna from the oven and sit it on the stove, allowing it to cool a little before he cut into it. Leaning against the counter, he tried to regain his composure, taking deep breaths.
"Remus, are you sure you're feeling well" Sirius asked from the door way.
Remus nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip. "I told you, I'm fine" he said with an adorably weak smile. "I hope you like turtle cheesecake."
Sirius gave a quick, soft laugh. "Yeah, I like turtle cheesecake."
Remus prepared two plates with the lasagna and dished the salads into two little salad dishes. He placed them onto the table and poured some tea into two cups, placing them beside their dishes. He wasn't much for wine or milk or juice with dinner, so tea it was. If Sirius wanted anything else, he was welcome to ask.
Sirius leaned his hip against the counter, smoothing out his shirt while watching Remus dance about and prepare the table. "I'm amazed at how you can walk in those pants, Remus, they're really tight." He purred.
Remus placed the salad bowl on the table with a loud clink, remembering those exact words from his dream when Sirius unbuttoned his pants and slid his hands in. "Practice, I guess... they're not really as tight as you'd think."
"Really" Sirius murmured, sitting down when Remus stood by his own chair. Remus sat down, his hair falling over his shoulders.
"Yes, really" Remus stated, sipping his tea, attempting to avoid Sirius' gaze. "They just look tight, but aren't all the tight in reality" he explained.
Sirius nodded, taking a bite of the lasagna. "Damn, Remmie, this is awesome" he praised.
Remus shook his head. "Sirius, watch your language at the table" he said softly, eating the lasagna as well.
Sirius grinned, but nodded. "So, what have you been up to all day"
Remus shrugged, taking another sip of his tea. "I had a class this afternoon, so before I went and got things for dinner, then when I got home, I did the laundry."
Sirius stared, smirking some. "My, aren't you just the perfect house-wife."
Remus blushed, cutting his lasagna carefully. "What about you, what did you do today? I do hope your house is in a better state than it was before. You can't live off of unopened boxes forever, you know."
"I know." Sirius chuckled, placing a forkful of food into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, he opened his mouth to make a small statement. "In fact, I have three quarters of the boxes put away. My rooms are set up and everything."
"Good to hear." Remus smiled. "Did you take the bars off the one room's window"
Sirius shook his head with a grin. "I liked them, so I decided to keep them." He shrugged. "Maybe I'll accessorize to match it"
Remus nearly choked on the piece of lasagna he was eating. "What do you mean...accessorize" he questioned.
Sirius looked thoughtful, shrugging again. "I don't know...but I'm sure I'll figure something out." He grinned, adding another forkful of food into his mouth.
Remus pushed his food around on his plate, staring at it thoughtfully. He was thinking deep when he heard a loud crash followed by rapid barking. He and Sirius made quick eyecontact before pushing away from the table and hurrying into the livingroom.
Turpentine was on the back of the sofa, where little Padfoot couldn't reach. The puppy had knocked over something from the coffee table, but was currently trying in vain to climb up onto the couch. It used all it's strength, hopping up, but never quite made it.
"See? Already vicious and after your furballs."
"I hardly call that piteous dog vicious, Siri." Remus sighed, leaning over to pick up the small black dog. He handed Sirius the dog, and while the black-haired man cooed over the animal, Remus bent down and picked up the broken candy dish.
"I hope that wasn't too expensive, Puppy, because I'll replace if you want." Sirus said, beside himself with joy at the generous view of Remus's backside.
"Don't be silly, Pa-Sirius." Remus stood, turning around and giving Sirius a bemused expression. "That'll need some getting used to, huh? Can't call you Padfoot, so what should I call you"
"Sexy Sirius the stipper." Sirius said, striking a very undynamic pose with the dog in his arms.
"Stripper, eh? Interesting."
Sirius nodded. "Yes, very, would you like to see my dance" he joked.
Remus blushed, walking into the kitchen to dispose of the broken dish. "Maybe some other time..." he muttered.
"What was that" Sirius asked, following him with his eyebrows raised. "I didn't hear you..."
Remus shook his head, smiling. "It's nothing, Sirius" he stated.
"Nothing? If you say so." He pouted. "Anyways, before I get too full from your wonderfully delicious lasagna, I want to try your cheesecake. So bring on the dessert." Sirius chirped, placing the dog back on the floor without being too worried about the possible doom of another item in Remus's house.
"Hm? Alright." Remus said, distracted. He had just watched Sirius bend over just enough that his shirt rode up along his back. There was a small tatoo there, from what he could see, and he was becomming very curious about it.
Taking the turtle cheesecake out of the fridge, he placed it on the counter and cut two slices and placed them on small dishes, handing one to Sirius and keeping on for himself. Picking up his fork, Sirius took a forkful of the cheesecake, bringing it to his lips. Eating the cake, the dark-haired man couldn't help but moan at the delicious taste of it all.
Remus watched as Sirius pink tongue snaked its way around the fork, pulling the cheesecake into his waiting mouth. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Remus sat down with his own piece of cheesecake. "I-I take it you like it" he inquired.
Sirius nodded, turning his attention back to Remus. "This is the best" he commented with a grin.
Remus smiled, his cheeks flushed from watching Sirius tongue his eating utensil. He cut his fork into the dessert and placed it into his mouth, all the while trying to ignore the obnoxious moans and mewls from his friend.
"God, Remus, you rock." Sirius purred, blinking his big blue eyes innocently at Remus. "Can I take some home with me"
"Sirius" Remus laughed. "You can take the entire thing, I'm sure I won't eat it."
"I don't want the whole thing" Sirius said. "That'll all go straight to my thighs. But, I will take some home with me."
Remus shook his head, laughing softly. "Sirius, I doubt anything can go to your thighs" he commented. "You're far too hyper for anything to have time to make you fat."
Sirius grinned. "Yeah, but, I still don't want the whole thing." He said. "Even I won't eat the whole thing."
Remus nodded, finishing with his slice and standing up to wash his dish. "Would you like another piece or are you done for the day"
Sirius held his hand up to decline before sighing and placing his hands over his stomach protectively. "No more! It was delicious but a man can only eat so much." he cried out, laughing. "Why don't you save half of the cake for yourself? You should use a little fat on you, you're skin and bones."
"I am not, Sirius." Remus huffed, grabbing his empty plate and putting it into the sink. "My doctor even says I'm healthy and at a good weight."
"Alright, fine." Sirius leaned back in his chair, gazing at Remus's bum approvingly.
"It's pretty late, Sirius, are you staying the night or heading home" Remus asked softly, placing the clean dishes on the drainboard to drip dry. He dried his hands off, inspecting them before applying a small dallop of lotion onto his hands from the dispenser near the sink.
"Oh, I guess I should head home. I don't have a change of clothes with me and I'm not sleeping in these things..." Sirius stood and stretched before heading over to the opposite side of the kitchen's 'island.' He leaned over and placed his elbows on the cool surface. "I've got to get Padfoot home, feed him... tomorrow I'll probably bathe him and then go to work a bit."
Remus smiled at him affectionately. "Work, hm? What have you been working on"
Sirius blinked innocently. "Stuff"
"Stuff."
The black-haired man laughed and nodded affirmatively. "Stuff, but after all that, would you like to come over for dinner? You invited me here, the least I can do is invite you over my place. I promise it won't be pizza or take-out."
Remus snickered. "You mean you learned to cook, too? I'm impressed."
"What can I say, I am just a man of many talents." Sirius chuckled. "I'll see you later, okay? Wait, where's my puppy"
They stared at eachother silently before they hurried into the livingroom. It had been quiet for a while, now, and they wanted to know if something happened. Sirius grinned. Turpentine was in Padfoot's grasp, while the black puppy was licking his head with enough strength to make the feline's head move with each slobbery stroke.
Sirius turned to Remus, grin plastered on his face. "See, I told you your cats were in trouble" he remarked.
Rolling his eyes, Remus went over and saved his cat of the small puppy. "Gross, Siri, now he's covered in drool" he whined, and Sirius laughed. With a playful glare, Remus handed him the cat. "You get to give him a bath."
"I'm not bathing your cat" Sirius stated, putting the feline back on the floor. "Besides, I think Padfoot will do that for me"
Remus rolled his eyes. "My cats are not going to be covered in drool." He grumbled.
Smirking, Sirius pointed to the cat, now back in Padfoot's grasp. "I think he will be" he countered.
"Ew, no" Remus whined, pulling his cat away from the small dog again. "My poor baby." He cooed, causing Sirius to roll his eyes and pick up his dog.
"Well, I guess I should leave..." Sirius smiled, reaching over to give Remus a one armed hug with two furry bundles in between them both. "I shall see you tomorrow"
Remus smiled warmly at him, nodding. "When should I stop by? You are, after all, making dinner."
"Six-thirty is fine. Five if you want to be early and watch a movie."
Remus laughed. "Five it is."
TBC.
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