Now, Sakai Michiba presents:

Decline

Part 21 of the Smitten series


Sirius came flying into the house that evening, scampering in through the door with a big grin on his face. "Hi Mrs. Lupin!" he exclaimed in passing, and she gave him a wave before he disappeared up the stairs. "I'm hoooooome!" he sang, and a moment later he threw open the bedroom door to be greeted by the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

Sitting on the bed, back against the wall and feet dangling over the side, was Remus, wearing nothing but a little smirk. He had obviously been busy, his legs spread wide and his hand wrapped around his dick, cheeks flushed a little. "Took you long enough," he said softly, seeing the bulge appear in Sirius's trousers. As Sirius came in slowly and closed the door behind him, Remus started to pump himself again, eyes slipping closed. "Thought you'd never come home."

Sirius had never gotten naked so fast. He half-ripped his clothes off and threw himself on the bed, already panting even though he had not been touched yet. "I'm a terrible, terrible person, Remus. I should have been home earlier…I've been a bad, bad boy…" he whispered before he started to kiss Remus's neck. "Let me make it up to you…Punish me…" He lay himself over Remus's lap, exposing that pretty white arse.

Remus slid his palm lightly over that sensitive skin and gave it a light smack. "I should punish you," he whispered, and he slid one long finger down to tickle the backside of Sirius's balls. "I should tan your hide right now, but I won't. I have to talk to you." He squeezed a handful of that supple flesh, and he smiled as Sirius arched it up higher. "Will you talk to me?"

"Yes," Sirius whispered, and he looked up with those pretty light eyes. "I'll talk to you. Anything, Remus. Anything, just do dirty, dirty things to me after…" He blinked as Remus rolled him over and lay a hand on his stomach, staring down nervously in his eyes. Sirius was suddenly afraid of that gaze, and he swallowed hard. "Remus?"

"I got a letter from Dumbledore today," Remus said quietly, and he took a deep breath, sliding his hand lower to stroke Sirius with a pleading hand. "I'm a Prefect, Sirius, and I'm…accepting it."

There was a moment before Sirius reacted. He stared up into Remus's eyes before he pulled away suddenly, giving him a nasty, nasty look. "A…a Prefect! Remus, you can't accept it! What the hell!" He was off the bed, not quite knowing why it was pissing him off so much. "You're not even…even…You can't!"

Remus's eyes narrowed, and he glared up at him. "Sirius, I can bloody well be a Prefect if I fucking want to! You and James have what you're good at, why can't I do something that I want to?" He crossed his legs, suddenly very aware that he was naked. Perhaps trying to butter up Sirius with the promise of sex was not such a good idea. Slowly, he pulled the blanket up over himself and looked away.

"You know what it means, don't you?" Sirius barked, and he shook his head, pulling on his clothes fiercely. "It means we can't fucking do anything anymore! You're a Preeeefect, you'll tell on us!" He pulled on his shirt and straightened it before he shook his head.

"I will not!" Remus protested, and he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, much to his horror. "How can you even say that? Damn it, Sirius, you and James have Quidditch, why can't I have something I want to do!" Why do you think it has to change something? FUCK you're so predictable!"

Sirius growled and tuned his back to Remus. "I suggest, Remus, that you think long and hard about this. I…I can't. Remus, I love you, but I can't let you be a Prefect. You can't." This was ruining all his plans. Two and a half years of working on becoming an Animagus just for Remus, but now that Remus was a Prefect, they would have to clean their act up. This was Dumbledore's fault, and Remus's fault for accepting.

Remus was shaking, holding back his tears, and he clutched the blanket to his chest for comfort. "You. Cannot. Tell ME what the FUCK I can DO, Sirius BLACK!" he shrieked, and he waved at the door. "You don't fucking OWN me, Sirius!"

Sirius grabbed the doorknob, feeling tears burning his eyes, and he opened it fiercely. "FINE! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY!" He ran out, slamming the door hard behind him. Pounding down the stairs, he ran back out of the house and out into the field, carving a path in the tall, uncut grass. When he was out of sight of the house, he sat down in the grass and hugged his knees.

Remus stared at the closed door for a long time before he got comfortable in the bed and buried his face in the pillow. "YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT!" he screamed into his pillow, and when he felt someone sit on the edge of his bed, he did not look up.

Flora stared down at her son, who was buried in the blankets, and she touched his shoulder. She wanted to cry, seeing him shun her like this, and she smoothed his hair back from his forehead. "Sweetie…" she said quietly, and she saw tears running down his nose. "Are you…are you going to chase after him?"

"No," Remus whispered, and he shook his head a little. "He's a prat. I hate him, Mum." His voice was low and raspy, and Flora leaned down to kiss his temple. "Don't."

She sighed and nodded. "Fine. But you won't go to bed tonight angry, do you understand?" she asked, and when he did not answer, she patted his arm and got up. "Silence is assent, son. You know that." She left the room, leaving his door cracked.

Remus waited until she had gone downstairs to whimper into the pillow before pulling his badge from beneath it to stare at it. He would not apologize.