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All to Themselves

Part 29 of the Smitten series


The morning that James and Peter and most of Gryffindor went home for the holidays, Remus and Sirius played out in the snow. It was beautifully sunny and cheery for the lonely castle, and Sirius had chosen to pull Remus out by the frozen lake. "Let's build a snowman," giggled Sirius, and he through himself on his knees in the snow, making a snowball and beginning to roll it along to make it bigger.

Remus cocked an eyebrow at him and shook his head. "I'll start on the head," he claimed, and he bent down, making a snowball and beaning Sirius in the head with it. "Well, shit. Now I have to start all over," he laughed as Sirius turned and gave him a furious glare. The moment Sirius turned back around, Remus hit him with another and squealed quite like a woman as Sirius flipped around and tackled him to the snow, grabbing a snowball and pushing it into Remus's robes. "NOOO!"

Sirius cackled maniacally, rubbing the snow into Remus's skin and then leaning down to kiss him warmly in the cold. Remus suddenly forgot that it was below freezing outside, and he wrapped his arms up and around Sirius, his eyes sliding closed. The snow around him was very cold, but he could not feel it so much. He moved one hand out to seize a handful of snow, and just as Sirius was beginning to explore the depths of his mouth, he smashed the handful on the back of his lover's neck.

Sirius spasmed and pulled back to scream when his eyes flicked up and he saw Snivellus standing there, watching them. "Look who's peeping," he snorted, and he got off of Remus, pulling him to his feet and drawing him, snow-covered as he was, to his chest. "Getting off watching us snog, slimy, snotty Snivelly?" he asked, grinning at the disgusted look on Snape's face.

"Fuck off, Black," growled Snape, and his eyes narrowed as Sirius pulled his wand on him. "Oh? What're you gonna do with that? You hex me and I'll hex Lupin. You wouldn't want that, would you?" He pulled his wand and pointed it at Remus, who stared at him.

"Sod off before I put you in detention," Remus snarled, but then Sirius was pushing him up against a tree, looking into his eyes. "Wha—" Sirius, pushing his tongue into his mouth, cut him off quite abruptly, and his gaze widened before his eyes slipped closed. He knew what Sirius was doing.

Snape made a gagging sound and hurried away, leaving them there by the tree, but when Remus tried to break the kiss, Sirius only pressed closer. "S-Sirius," he mumbled against the kiss, and he pushed him away. "Damn you!" He laughed and grabbed his hands. "Can we go inside? If you're looking to get me going, it's best done where my bullocks can make an appearance?"

Sirius did not need to be told again. He grabbed Remus's hand and dragged him inside the castle, in a half-run as they scaled the staircases and up to the tower. A first year screamed as they tore in through the portrait and ran loudly upstairs, robes being shed as soon as they hit their door. Sirius threw Remus back onto a bed—he recognized it as James's—and he lay down beside him, grinning half-nakedly at him as he wrapped his arms around him. "Let's fuck…"

It was like this every day through Christmas. They ate, slept, and christened furniture so much that their arses hurt by the time Christmas Eve came around. They had given it a rest all day, and when midnight came, they were snuggling by the fire in the common room. Sirius was sitting and staring into the fire, Remus sitting between his legs and leaning back against him with a book in his hand. "Is it interesting?" Sirius asked after half an hour of silence. Remus nodded a little and lay his head back on Sirius's shoulder.

"It's all right. I can't put it down, though. The author's really…en…gaging…" He closed his eyes as he felt lips on his neck, and he arched his head away so Sirius could kiss more of that neck. "What're you doing?" he whimpered, and he looked out of the corner of his eye to grin at him.

"Kissin' you," Sirius whispered, and he reached for the book in Remus's hands. Marking the place, he took it from him and closed it, setting it aside. "I got you something for Christmas, Moony." His breath was warm against his lover's neck, and he gave him a squeeze with his thighs. "I'm gonna give it to you."

"Are you?" Remus asked in a tired, quiet voice, and he placed his hands on Sirius's knees. "I told you not to get me anything…" He was quite tired thanks to Sirius's need for early-morning sex in the shower, but he was too tired to argue very much. "But I got you something, too. You go first."

Sirius smiled and kissed the crown of Remus's head before he reached inside his robes, digging around a bit. "I know you told me not to get you anything, but I never listen to you anyway," he claimed, and he pulled out a piece of paper. He reached around and slipped it into Remus's hand.

"What's this?" inquired Remus, and he opened the paper. "'Go upstairs and look in your bed…?' Sirius, did you put something in my bed!" He turned around and gave him a look before he got up and followed the instructions, trampling up the stairs before he went into the dormitory with Sirius tailing him. He looked at him funny when he saw a funny lump in his covers, and he lifted the duvet and gasped, nearly dropping it at the sight of a tiny orange kitten curled up near his pillow. "Sirius, you son of a bitch…"

Sirius grinned widely at him and laughed as Remus kissed him squarely on the lips. "Don't call me names. You love him; admit it," he demanded, sitting down with Remus on the bed as his lover lifted the tiny animal. "Cute, isn't he?"

"Unbearably," Remus cooed as he held the little cat in his hand, his fingers playing in its fur. The creature did not even stir. He grinned and lay him down at the foot of the bed and crawled into Sirius's lap, kissing his cheek. "I love you."

"Gross," Sirius replied, and he laughed as Remus whacked him on the shoulder. "Fine, fine…I love you, too. You said you got me something. Hand it over before I become violent…" He smiled and absently stroked the kitten while Remus got up and went to his trunk.

Remus dug through the contents for a few moments before he smiled and ran his fingers through his hair, bringing out a wrapped package and setting it on Sirius's lap. "Had to save a bit, but I think you will enjoy it…" He blushed a little and looked away as Sirius ripped off the wrapping paper and yelped at the contents.

"Moony, you kinky, kinky werewolf," Sirius purred as he drew from the package a pair of steel handcuffs and a number of plain black ties. "You know just what to do to me…" He stared at the contents for a moment before he gave Remus a filthy look. "I can't wait to tie you up in the morning…After we open all those gifts? You'd better watch out." He grabbed Remus and pulled him close. "Unless…you want it the other way around?"

Remus shivered and gave a little nod. "I think it's high time for you to submit to me, Mister…Mister um…" He thought to himself, trying to think of a stupid name for Sirius. "Mister Padfoot." He grinned, happy too have thought of it. "I should whip you into submission right now…"

"Yes, you should, Mister Moony," Sirius whispered, and before he could blink, he was naked, handcuffed, and tied to the four posts.


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