Now, Sakai Michiba presents:
The Secret
Part 19 of the Smitten series
Remus was sure that, the moment they had entered the Potters' home, the next fifteen minutes were wasted in Sirius and James clinging to one another and squealing into one another's hair. He sighed and looked over at Peter, who had his nose wrinkled. "I had quite forgotten they did this," Remus said distastefully, and Peter nodded in agreement. Together, the two boys went upstairs and into James's room, which had been extended to accommodate four beds. Remus chose his and sat down on it, unpacking his things gingerly.
Soon, Sirius and James burst into the room, looking quite drunk from their elation, and Remus smirked as James swept Sirius into his arms and kissed him right on the forehead. "Watch it, James," Remus said quietly, that smile not quite hiding the danger in his eyes. "Sirius is my piece of ass, not yours."
Sirius squawked and then yelped as James nodded in recognition and dropped Sirius hard on the floor, the resounding thud making Remus and Peter wince. "GODDAMNIT, JAMES!" Sirius barked, and he scrambled off of the floor before tackling James to it. If Remus did not know better, he'd think they were hurting one another, but he DID know better. He got up and calmly moved to pick Sirius off of James, tossing him backward.
"Calm down, the both of you!" he ordered, smirking as they both saluted him from their places on the floor. "Now get up. James Potter, we are spending the weekend with you and I expect proper entertainment. Let's go play Quidditch!" He grinned at the look on everyone else's face; he was not the sort to play sports, but the day was beautiful and Sirius had gotten him quite worked up that morning. He needed to work it off.
"I…I agree!" Sirius yelled, and he thrust his fist into the air. A few moments later, the four of them were trampling out back to the broomshed.
Remus grew quite tired playing Quidditch, as he had been forced to play Seeker and was not as light and speedy as he had been when he was a little boy. When dusk cut their game short, Remus skipped dinner and declared that he was going to bed early. Sirius kissed his cheek and bade him goodnight, and the second he was gone, the remaining three boys grinned together.
"Have you found the right spells yet, James?" Sirius asked, and he fetched a familiar book off the bookshelf. "Rather, have you found the rest of them? I still have a damn black patch of fur on my leg; Remus just thinks it's a side effect of something or another. I wonder what I'll be…"
Peter grinned and leaned over James to look in the book in Sirius's lap. "Yeah, I got a weird bump on my arse. It's itchy as all hell…I was looking for more spells, to try an' get my pa to take it off, but nothing worked. I don't want to go to Mungo's 'cause they might know what we're doing."
"Good," James said. "No one can know; not our parents, not anybody. Not even Remus. When we get this figured out…Man, Sirius, are you ever gonna get laid." He made a face then laughed at the expression of horror on Peter's. Sirius beamed and stared poring through the book. "Oh, there's nothing in there. The real stuff…" James got up and went to the bookshelf, looking through the tomes for a moment before he pulled out a very thick, old book. "The real stuff's in here. I found it in Dad's library, pushed behind some books…"
"Did you lie in bed for long, from the sickness?" Sirius asked, giving him a pitying look. It was common knowledge that, when exposed to a library for long, James began to have fits. James gave a sad nod but smiled.
"Yeah, but It gave me time to read this, and I think we've found it. It'll just take a little tweaking for each of us individually, but then we should be set, once we learn how to do these right. They look a little hard, but all the more fun!" James said, and he looked around before he leaned in close. "If we master these spells when we get back to school, I think we'll have done it!"
Sirius grinned, wanting more than anything to tell Remus, but he knew that keeping it a secret would make it better when it all came out. "Great…I'm gonna go upstairs and keep Remus company. I wouldn't come up for a while, if I were you." He beamed and ran upstairs, followed by James's yelling.
When he got upstairs, he slipped into the bedroom and closed the door, seeing Remus huddled up in the far bed. He slipped over to it and climbed in, pulling the blankets over them and spooning him. "You sleeping?" he whispered, and he grinned as Remus rolled over to look at him.
"No," Remus replied in a breathy voice, and he wrapped his arm around Sirius's neck. "I was too busy wondering when you would stop being thick and come up here with me…" He moved his other hand to take Sirius's, drawing it down and onto his crotch. When Sirius gave a soft chuckle, Remus gave him a stern look. "I almost had to start myself."
That thought made Sirius shiver, and he swooped in to begin kissing Remus heart-stoppingly on the lips. He felt his heart begin to pound against his ribcage as he gave the flesh in his hands a warm squeeze. He could taste Remus's gasp, and he slid his hand lower to stroke his heated testicles and the very inside of the juncture of hip and thigh. "Thought about you all day," he whispered when their kiss broke for breath. "Thought about knocking you off your broom and shagging you in the grass. I would've, but Peter'd have thumped me."
Remus laughed and nodded, spreading his legs and sliding his hand inside Sirius's shirt. "Why do you have clothes on?" he inquired in a pained voice...
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The sound of feet trampling up the stairs made Remus freeze though, and he and Sirius moved quickly, pulling on their pants and flinging themselves into a comfortable position just before James and Peter cracked the door. "We're coming in, whether you like it or not!" James yelled, and when he came in, he smiled to see his two best friends feigning sleep. "Night, guys."
