Chapter Twenty
A.N. hello! Goodness I left you for quite a while! Life has been… well, I don't need to tell you all, we're all living through it. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things again. I know some of you have read my newest one shot "Happy Birthday Uncle Moony" (find it here: s/13880994/1/Happy-Birthday-Uncle-Moony) which is later on in the Px390/Under Pressure timeline and was written for Remus Lupin Fest 2021. Px390 was updated recently, please check out Chapter 21 where drama is starting to unfold.
Another note: Sirius' pronouns are undergoing a little shift. Firstly, it's the 1980's and it was (and still is) common place for cis cay/bi men to use feminine pronouns for each other. I'm also just of the opinion that my Sirius is, and always has been Genderqueer. She's still AMAB, he just has no use for the gender binary. SO, I've put on my big-enby pants and from now on, Sirius will be using she/he pronouns.
Anyway, we're back, with a surprise character and a bit of smut. Alright, a lot of smut, lashings of it. If imprisonment, BDSM and sex aren't your thing, this chapter is not for you.
Monday 21st June 1982, Cheshire
The cell gradually lightened to a washed out grey. Somewhere, beyond the dank stones of its walls the solstice sun was rising. Not that this solstice was of much use to the man kneeling in the ashy dirt. Summer was not his season, not something he had ever been able to draw much power from, and worse now his ancient house lay in ruins.
Except…
Except the cold in his bones wasn't just from the spelled iron manacles, or the damp in the floor. It was deeper, older, and much more familiar. It was magic.
He had resisted eating, when they first imprisoned him, knowing the potions and poisons they would have filled the food with to drain his strength. Hunger had won out eventually and they laughed as he damned himself. It had been months though, since the manor house above had fallen silent, and even the poisoned meals had stopped coming. Months in which his magic would have returned and hadn't. It was then he knew the family was done. His gifts, secured by his children were gone, his line extinguished and passed over.
The family must have believed him dead, or not cared enough to search for the old heir. Too busy hunting for a new one. Or so he had thought. So, he had grieved for both his sons. The howls dragged from his throat until his voice cracked and he screamed on in silence.
The rats had run out a month or so ago. His cell was damp enough for mushrooms, which he ate and let the world spin and flash around him. There had been a large toad too, just as psychedelic, and had he been Muggle probably would have killed him. It wouldn't be long now, that much he knew.
Except…
He breathed in, slowly, turning his mind inward as he had been trained. He pulled on the tiny tendril of power, coaxing, tugging softly from his heart and soul. The manacles clouded with frost, and he pulled a little harder even though the numbness of it hurt and he could feel the raw skin under them burn with the cold. When the metal finally snapped, he peeled them loose with split nails and forced himself to his feet. He couldn't feel them, and the cell swayed. It felt like hours to cross the floor and pick the lock on the ancient oaken door. He had one of her hair pins still in his pocket.
The sun was well passed its zenith when Orion Black stumbled into the courtyard of the crumbling, abandoned manor, and started towards the Muggle village beyond.
Monday 5th July 1982, Islington
Sirius woke and stretched luxuriously. Or, tried to. His hands were… stuck. He opened one eye and arched to look above his head, and he wasn't very surprised to see them bound to the wooden rails of the headboard.
He didn't need to see the tattoo on his thigh to know that tonight was the Full. Even if he hadn't been aware, waking up bound to the bed, and – he checked the room – yes, alone, wasn't exactly unheard of when Remus and the wolf were on edge.
The shudder that rippled through his muscles settled in his stomach, and lower down. Anticipation crawling through him.
He listened, carefully. The flat was silent.
Remus had left him bound and gagging for it before. Leaving the flat for hours to make the longing Sirius felt almost painful. But Sirius had a feeling Remus wouldn't do that today. In fact, since that first time back in April the sex they had been having was quite tame. Something told Sirius that was changing today.
He laid back, tugging against his bonds once more before sighing, and saying in the most normal tone he could muster, 'Remus. I'm awake.'
In the lounge, he heard the sound of a mug clicking onto the wooden floor. He couldn't help but relax immediately, Remus was there. Remus would come and get him.
It took ten full minutes.
By the time Remus leant against the doorframe Sirius was hard and his breathing was speeding up.
'Good morning, Siri.' The bastard was smirking.
'Bonjour Rem, how are you?' He tried for casual.
The smirk grew bigger, but so did the bulge in Remus' pyjamas. Sirius' eyes were drawn there, and he unconsciously ran his tongue over his lower lip. She knew why he had been careful. Why there were no bruises and love bites and waking at three in the morning with Remus' lips around his cock. Consent. Remus had spent years convincing Sirius that her consent mattered, and he in turn had spent months proving that Remus always had it. They could ask and answer in a look. Azkaban had taken that away.
They both knew that at a word, or motion from Sirius, she would be released and held and made to feel safe. And the other way around, on the days where Remus' couldn't tell if he wanted the wolf to be fucked into submission, or if the slightest touch would make his skin feel like it was being shredded.
Finally, Remus felt they were both safe enough again. Finally, and in an orgasm or three, they could relax at last.
'Oh, I'm very well, thank you Sirius. You?'
She bit back a groan, pulling lightly at the restraints, 'Oh you know how it is, a bit tied up.'
'Mmm, I can see that.' He practically prowled across the room, pulling off the t-shirt he had slept in and dropping it, along with the cotton pyjama bottoms onto the floorboards. He swung a leg across Sirius, straddling his thighs, hard cock inches from Sirius' own erection.
'Can – can you now?' The careless tone in Remus' voice had her desperate, hips twitching under his weight, his toes curling in.
'Oui.' He mocked softly, watching Sirius' face with bright gold eyes as he curled his fingers around their cocks, pressing them together and stroking, just once down and back up.
Sirius whined, low and pleading, 'Remus…'
'Quiet.'
She looked up into his face, he was holding back. Some lines he still wouldn't cross with him, not yet. Sirius nodded, but couldn't resist trying to thrust his hips up into Remus' hand again. The wolf growled in Remus' chest, but it was approval of how desperate his lover had become, not a warning. His hand moved faster over their cocks, making her breath coming in little puffs of air, pre-come already leaking from the head of Sirius' cock.
Remus chuckled darkly, 'Did you really miss me tying you up this much, Pads?'
He nodded.
'Mmm, I don't think I'm going to let you come just yet…' Remus' fingers slipped from his own cock, squeezing around the base of Sirius', making him moan. The moan turned into a gasp as Remus muttered a spell, twirling his wand in his other hand.
'No, Rem – please!' Sirius begged him, but it was no good. The magic formed a glowing ring around the base of his shaft, holding back her orgasm more effectively than any Muggle cock ring could.
Remus, smirking again, leant down to kiss him. Teeth pulling at her bottom lip, and tongue forcing past her lips to claim Sirius' mouth.
He tugged against the restraints again, wanting her arms around him so, very badly. Sirius was so distracted by the kiss, he completely missed the second spell Remus murmured against her lips and noticed only Remus' weight being lifted from his legs.
She gasped, eyes flying wide as Remus straightened up, holding Sirius' cock against his now lubed hole. The smirk on his lips only widened as he lowered himself just enough for the head up slip inside.
Sirius was panting now, stars flying across her vision as inch by inch Remus sank onto his cock, only Remus' splayed hand on her chest stopping him from thrusting his hips up.
'Fuck, Siri –' Remus' voice was breathless as he finally took all of her inside himself, 'You feel so bloody good.'
'Rémi, yes, you too… merde…'
'Be good, and I might even let you finish.'
She moaned, rolling his hips under him slowly, the dominant tone in Remus' voice almost enough to send him over the edge, if it wasn't for the damn cock ring.
Remus started to move, slowly at first, building a rhythm until he was slamming himself down on Sirius' cock impaling himself over and over, his walls tight around him.
'Remus, Remus, Remus, fuck, s'il te plait… I can't!'
'Fuck, ie…' Remus fisted his own cock, hand pumping hard, 'I'm so close Sirius.'
She couldn't speak, moaning loudly and nodding furiously.
'Do you want to come?'
Sirius nodded harder.
'Use – cnuchio – use your words, Siri.'
'Rem, Moons, please please – putain – let me come.' He begged.
Remus released the spell holding back her orgasm, 'Now.'
Sirius let out a sob, arching off the bed and slamming his hips hard up into Remus' arse, coming at once. Remus' gasped, hand flying over his cock and following Sirius into ecstasy. A wave of his other hand released her arms and he reached for him as his come painted her stomach.
Remus collapsed forwards on to his chest, nuzzling his face against her neck, and Sirius clung to him tightly, arms wrapped tightly around his back.
Remus' voice would soft in his ear, 'Wyt ti'n iawn?'
She nodded, holding him tighter, 'Yeah, yeah Rem. More than okay.'
'Mmm, good.'
They fell softly into the oblivion of sleep together.
The Potter Manor, North Downs, Kent – two hours later
Lily found James pacing across the driveway, kicking at the gravel with a dark look on his face, 'James?'
He spun to face her, 'They're late. Sirius said just before lunch. What if – '
She couldn't help laughing, and he stared at her as though she had grown an extra head. It made her laugh harder.
'What?! It's not funny!'
Lily bit her lip to stop another giggle escaping, 'Remus flooed this morning to tell me they were going to be a little… tied up.'
'Tied up? Tied up by what?!'
And then he saw the look on her face and groaned, 'Oh for fu – ' he cut himself off, seeing Harry on her hip, 'They are bloody animals.'