Expressing Yourself
Pairings: Remus/Sirius, James/Lily
Warnings: Slash! You know you love it.
A/N: Ok, this chapter is basically so we can have a go at Peter for being an ass, and so we can write smut…enjoy!
Disclaimer: None of these characters etc. are ours.
"Hey Pete." Remus closed the door quietly. Peter looked even more nervous now.
"So..." Sirius began, simultaneously thrusting one hand into his trouser pocket and the other into his thick, dark locks. Remus rolled his eyes and said,
"Pete, we want to talk to you about...well...about what you saw before. Y'know. Us." Peter blinked a few times before croaking out…
"Us?" He began backing away slowly, holding his arms in front of him to ward off Remus, who stood, puzzled, in the doorway along with Sirius. "Uh...s-sorry, Remus...I'm no f-fairy queen..." Suddenly Sirius let out a bark of laughter.
"You think Remus wants you?" he snorted. Remus' expression cleared.
"Oh right! No, Pete, as...lovely...as I'm sure our relationship would be, I was referring to me and Sirius."
"Oh...well, if you guys want to be perverted behind our backs, that's your decision." Sirius and Remus exchanged glances - Peter was never snooty or rude around them. Usually he couldn't say boo to a Crup.
"Perverted?"
"Well yeah," Peter frowned at them, "I mean, it's not like it's normal." Both boys unconsciously took a menacing step forwards, their shoulders blocking the door to the staircase.
"I warn you now, Peter," Sirius spat, pulling his wand from his pocket with the usual flourish, his dramatics sending fear into the heart of the plump teenager in front of him. Peter shrank backwards, stumbling a little.
"Aw, come on guys. I already said it's up to you."
"That's not the point." Sirius growled. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"I know that what you two are doing, that...whatever. The point is, guys are supposed to like girls. Guys and guys is just...sick."
"Sick?" Remus said, clutching his wand so tightly, his knuckles turned white. "The only thing that's sick is homophobes like you, Peter!"
"I'm not sick!" Peter yelped. "I like girls! I'm normal!" Sirius gave a harsh, cruel laugh, though the laughter didn't reach his eyes. He lunged unexpectedly forwards, pinning Peter to the bed by his neck with one hand, the other pressing his wand to his chest.
"You, normal? Wormy, by the time I'm finished with you, no-one would even want to look at you, let alone call you normal."
"Sirius!" Remus tugged on his arm. "I know you're angry, and he deserves it, but calm down. If you attack him, you'll just get yourself into trouble!"
"I don't give a damn, Remus! Did you not hear him? He's probably just upset that a faggot touched him." Sirius sneered. Peter made an odd choking sound and wriggled in his grip.
"Don't use that word, Siri. It just makes it worse."
"Because those things have explanations!" Peter burst out, before Sirius tightened his grip on the shorter boy's throat.
"What, you think we can't give you one, huh, Wormy? You think that there is no possible reason on earth that makes what we have justifiable? That it must be wrong, just because YOU," he jabbed Peter hard in the ribs with his wand, "don't feel or think the same way?" Peter squirmed ever more violently.
"You should like girls! It goes against nature!" Remus rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes, because humans reject all things that are unnatural." he said sarcastically, "Like make up and clothes and...and air conditioning!" Sirius frowned at him, momentarily distracted.
"Air...con...what?"
"Look, the point is, Pete, that me and Sirius...it works. It might not be exactly nature's idea of romance or whatever, but it works for us. We'd hoped you would support us, like James and Lily." Peter choked, and Sirius removed his hand, looking him up and down like dragon poo on his shoe, his gaze mirrored by his lupine lover. Peter sent him a glare, that was so unlike his normal self that Sirius almost stepped backwards.
"Just keep your perverted hands off me, freaks." he hissed, and then made a dash for the door. Sirius lunged for him again but Remus grabbed him.
"Let it go, Pads. He's not going to come round." Sirius didn't struggle. He seemed to shrink under Remus' touch, and turned in his grasp so that they were facing each other.
"I know. I think we just lost a friend, Rems." Remus sighed heavily.
"Well...we...we knew that not everyone was going to accept it."
"Yeah, but it's Peter! I thought..." Remus wrapped his arms around the darker boy and pulled him into a hug. Sirius would never admit it but it had hurt him a lot when Peter was so obviously repelled by him and Remus. His friends were the most important thing in the world.
"This doesn't change anything about us though, does it?" Remus mumbled into Sirius' hair. "Right, Padfoot?" Sirius lifted his chin so that they were looking each other in the eye - stormy grey gazing into brown. Neither blinked.
"Not if you don't want it to."
"I don't, Pads. But I know...friends mean a lot to you and..." Sirius smiled and leaned forward slightly.
"You mean more." then pressed a small kiss to his lips. When he pulled away, Remus was blushing.
"Sappy puppy..." he muttered but he was grinning all the same.
"Hey, uh, Moony?"
"Ye-es?"
"We're alone again."
"Well spotted..."
"In a dorm..." Remus couldn't stop the corners of his mouth twitching upwards.
"Yes, we are."
"And dorms have beds..."
"And if someone comes in and finds us twice in one day?" Remus inquired, kissing Sirius lightly on the lips again. Sirius ignored this last comment, and began to pull Remus over to the nearest mattress - his own.
"And these beds are special- look, Moons! Curtains!" Remus rolled his eyes.
"Yes Sirius, curtains. Last time we had a huge mirror and three foot thick tunnel walls protecting us and we still got caught." Sirius sent him a wicked grin.
"Yes, but that, my dear Moony, is what locking and silencing spells are for." Remus gave him a full on grin this time and let go of his arms, flopping backwards onto the four-poster bed behind him.
"Now you mention it, I AM feeling a bit sleepy..." Sirius' grin faded.
"What?" he said, incredulously. Remus fake yawned and stretched, deliberately pulling his shirt up a little so Sirius caught a glimpse of his exposed stomach.
"A nap would be really nice right about now." he murmured, smiling evilly. "Night, Pads." he rolled over onto his side and shut his eyes, waiting. He felt something wet glide almost scratchily across the newly exposed bare skin.
"Pads...no offence, mate, but dog-lick doesn't turn me on. I may be gay but I am NOT going cross-species for you and your possibly numerous fetti-" He was cut off by a mouth, reassuringly warm, human and definitely Sirius, opened across his own.
Twisting a little to face Sirius again, he pulled the other boy closer so that Sirius was lying right on top of him, one leg between his. He felt Sirius' cool hands slip under his shirt and run teasingly up his back.
"Wand, Pads? Could you just..." Remus managed to pant out between kisses as their two tongues battled for dominance.
"Anything...so that we don't...get inter-upted...again..." Sirius replied, reaching into a trouser pocket to retrieve, not his, but Remus' wand before flicking it sharply at first the door and then the wall, ceiling and floor. That done, he turned back to the more important matter of undoing Remus' shirt and tie. Remus himself was reaching towards Sirius' own buttons but his fingers fumbled when Sirius moved his mouth down his jaw and neck and moved lower, burning a trail of hot kisses down Remus' stomach and abdomen.
Giving up on the buttons, Remus simply tugged the shirt over Sirius' head, popping off a couple of buttons. Sirius had reached his naval now, and Remus was again lost in the light-headed feeling that came with every time Sirius touched him, skin on skin.
Deftly undoing Remus' belt buckle, Sirius rid him of his trousers, all the while pressing little kisses to his hips and the area just above the line of his boxers. Remus let out a little whimper and wound his fingers through the dark hair in front of him.
Sirius looked up, his eyes burning with passion as he stared along Remus' flat, creamy stomach and over his finely muscled torso to gaze at Remus' face, eyes closed, his cheeks flushed. His meticulously neat hair was mussed up, tufts sticking up, whilst other locks stuck to the werewolf's perspiring forehead. He loved Remus like this. No one else, no one at all, was allowed to see Remus like this. This Remus was his. The amber eyes half opened, the pink lips parted slightly,
"Pl-ease, Siri..."
Sirius wanted to oblige, but Remus' teasing earlier deserved punishment, so instead of ripping off the boy's boxers like they both desired, he slid back up Remus' chest and supported his own torso with an arm either side of Remus' shoulders, his lips just out of reach. But he wouldn't let them touch, even though Remus had his lips parted, ready to kiss. He ground his hips, still woefully clad in school trousers, hard into Remus' own, forcing the both of them to gasp and moan deep in their throats, and Remus opened his eyes with an almost audible snap.
"Sirius!" Remus' hands tightened in his hair. "Please!"
"Please what?" Sirius leaned a little closer so the tips of his long black hair brushed Remus' chest. "What do you want, Remus?"
"I...ah!" Remus hissed as Sirius ground against him hard again. The darker boy whispered.
"Go on, Remus. Tell me...what you...you want."
"I want...you to...stop torturing...me..." Remus whispered back, before reaching up with one hand to bring the boy's lips crashing onto his, his tongue wrapped around his in a dance they seemed to instinctively know the steps to. His other hand wandered down onto Sirius' hip, pushing the boy onto the mattress and flinging a leg in between Sirius' own.
Sirius growled deep in his throat and pushed Remus back over again.
"Oh no...you don't. I'm...on top." Remus seemed about to protest when Sirius dragged his mouth back down to its previous position and finally took off the boxers too. Suddenly Remus felt no need to protest.
"Oh, MERLIN!" He gasped, his fingernails leaving marks on Sirius' back and shoulders. Sirius' face, inches from his...well, anyway, it was enough to give him wet dreams for a month. Remus couldn't focus on anything except the sensations that Sirius' mouth was causing. He closed his eyes again and arched his back slightly, trying to get more, get closer, his own mouth half open, drowning in the feeling.
"Fuckit...Sir-ius..."
"Will do...soon, anyways, Moony, mate..." Sirius mumbled, his mouth otherwise occupied. And then, just as Remus was sure to climax, the sensation was gone.
"Huh?" Remus blinked blearily at Sirius.
"Why..."
"Shh." Sirius had already discarded his belt and was busy getting rid of his trousers and boxers. "Don't worry, Moons." He grinned a little breathlessly, "You won't have to wait long."
"What, like...this is it?" Remus felt like he had been winded by a giant. They'd just been messing around earlier, though they both knew, even if neither said it, that their relationship was serious from the beginning. They loved each other, had done for years, and their friendship went back even further. They needed this, there was no point holding back now...
Sirius hesitated.
"I...I want to, Moony. If...if you...don't, then that's fine. I won't..." Remus offered a shaky smile.
"No...I do want to...just...just a bit nervous."
"Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you...I love you, Moony." Sirius ducked his head, trying to hide the bashful grin and blush now gracing his face.
"I love you too, Padfoot, you soppy puppy."
Will they or won't they? Sorry about the cliffhanger, you'll just have to find out in the next chapter, won't you, now? Thanks for reading! Hope you like Love xxx