A/N: last chapter! A heartfelt cheers to all who have read and reviewed! You've all made me feel so warm and smiley inside with your kind words 3 Also, I'm not sure if I can reply to reviews on here, so I'll just add – as a note, of course…inspired by a certain review by a certain hato-ryou-chan, sshh ;) – the boys are at a secret locations *passes note with address over* ready for visitors. Moving on…enjoy!
Part Twelve
The dorm was empty, their other roommates still at the party downstairs, which was lucky since if their friends had been there they would have had to witness Sirius pushing Remus through the door, lips already seeking the other's, hands pulling and pushing desperately. Remus was backed up against his bed, so Sirius gave him a playful shove and crawled on top when he sprawled back onto the covers.
"Someone's eager." Remus laughed, pulling Sirius' hair for a kiss. Sirius obliged and grinned back, unable to control how unbelievably happy he was that his friend wasn't disgusted with his infatuation and how he had felt the same bloody way for years – that was what really got him, the years part. Made his heart do joyous backflips.
"You have no idea how hard it was knowing you were with two people who weren't me." Sirius admitted, leaning down to nip Remus' collarbone and trying to memorise the taste of his Moony's skin. Remus crooked a finger beneath his chin and lifted his head gently. A shiver whispered through Sirius at the sight of the gentle smile that Remus so rarely gave anyone, all sarcasm and dry wit gone from his sincere gaze.
"No one, ever again," Remus promised sincerely, before hesitating, "if you'll have me."
"Have you?" Sirius laughed incredulously, "When I'm lying all over you like this? Never!"
"Shut up, you pureblood mutt." Remus grinned.
"Halfblood werewolf."
"Pads…"
"Moony."
There was a flurry of movement and Remus ended up pinning Sirius to the bed, his hands held above his head. Sirius felt a flush heat his face at the hungry look in the other boy's eyes. Remus bent his head and began kissing and biting his way down his neck, deft fingers undoing what was left of his shirt and Sirius felt suddenly – dizzyingly – sober, but somehow more drunk than he had ever been. He closed his eyes, abandoning all attempts at coherent thought as his Moony popped his trousers open as though by magic (even though he knew full well his wand was somewhere in his other sock down in the common room), and kneading fingers joined relentless lips on his thighs.
Sirius moaned, a shamefully loud, needy sound. Remus picked his head up and Sirius opened his eyes to see him hooking his thumbs under the waist band of his boxers with a mischievous smile. Sirus had no time to prepare himself – there was no teasing or that first time anticipation. Remus simply yanked his boxers down and dove down on him, taking him into his mouth and giving a hungry suck.
"Oh, oh shit." Sirius gasped, his head falling back onto the pillows, his eyes closing. Remus worked magic that he never knew the boy could have been capable of. At one point, Sirius had to open his eyes and look – which very nearly sent him over the edge, clutching at the bedclothes and making a strangled kind of yelp. Remus pulled off of him, leaving him wanting, needing, more. Sirius looked down at him hazily, staring at Moony's mouth.
"Have you ever…?" Remus asked with that strange hesitation Sirius wasn't used to seeing.
"Hmm?" Sirius asked, lifting his hips slightly, unable to ignore his forgotten hard on. Remus slid up his body to kiss him on the forehead softly, the gentleness of the gesture completely contradicting the hungry way he had seen to Sirius a little further south.
"Ever fucked a guy?"
"Oh," Sirius flushed, something he couldn't seem to do enough of in front of Remus, "Err, no."
"Okay, let me phrase it another way. Ever been fucked by a guy?"
"No!"
Remus lifted his brows at Sirius' indignant reply and leaned down to kiss him, hard and slow, making him unravel and slide his arms around the warm body pressed against him, trying to pull him down even further than was possible.
"You shouldn't be so against the idea," Remus murmured in his ear, "I don't bottom, but don't worry. I'll make you want it."
Sirius felt his hands slide underneath him and grasp both of his arse cheeks, pulling them apart roughly. A surprised gasp was ripped from Sirius lungs, followed by a heady groan as the memory of Remus' sweat beaded, tensing back muscles flashed before his eyes, almost settling the deal.
"But not tonight." Remus smiled, pulling back a little, "I don't have enough patience at the moment to be gentle."
Sirius was actually disappointed, but quickly forgot when Remus' mouth descended again, capturing his dismayed disapproval with nipping teeth and fighting tongues. Sirius grunted and pushed Remus off roughly. Moony frowned, confused.
"Clothes," Sirius panted, reaching for him, "Wearing too many clothes."
Remus laughed and batted Sirius' fumbling hands away to unbutton his trousers and pushed them off along with his boxers. Sirius found himself in a trance as he stared down at Remus. That was supposed to fit in there? Merlin on stilts…
"Your vest." Sirius urged, tearing his eyes away from Remus' crotch and tugging at the hem of his wife beater. Remus hesitated again and searched Sirius' face for a moment before reaching down and lifting it over his head.
"Moony," he whispered, staring. Across Remus' chest and abdomen was a long, jagged and angry looking welt, raised and seeming to glow slightly in the midst of all the other scars. Sirius lifted a hand and ran a finger down the length of the barely healed laceration. Remus shivered lightly at the touch as Sirius felt, to his embarrassment, his eyes begin to well up.
"I'm so sorry." He mumbled into Remus' shoulder, screwing his eyes tight shut.
"Don't." Remus said softly, pressing his lips to Sirius hair before lifting his chin to look into his eyes, "Don't."
Sirius could only shake his head, his words swallowed by Remus' mouth on his. This kiss was slow and deep, persistent in making Sirius forget. Hips began to rock against his, tentative and almost absent minded, but making Sirus groan and knot his fingers in Remus' soft, curly hair, pulling slightly as he felt Remus rub against him, hard as a rock.
"Need you." Sirius mumbled, rolling and pushing Remus down onto the bed instead, rolling his hips. Remus gave a satisfying gasp and closed his eyes,
grabbing Sirius' hips. Sirius took this as a go ahead and thrust down again, grunting in approval when Remus wrapped his legs around his waists.
"Never a bottom, huh?" Sirius smirked breathlessly. Remus only moaned as they fell into a rhythm, Sirius thrusting down with Moony meeting him halfway, lifting his hips up off the bed in a delicious sensation of sweat slicked skin and clinging hands. He was close, so close, dizzyingly close, and only hoped Remus was, too, because he wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. There was no danger, though. Remus yanked him down into a hard kiss and breathed, "Feel so good…I'm gonna…" and Sirius was undone.
"Remus, Remus, Remus," Sirius repeated hoarsely, thrusting down against Remus once more and letting go with a stuttering moan. He buried his face in Remus' neck and shuddered at the over stimulation as the other boy rocked up against him a few more times before clinging to him and kissing Sirius' ear.
They lay there, sticky warmth slick between their stomachs and chests, breaths heavy, hearts pounding. After what felt like forever of simply enjoying feeling skin on skin, Sirius rolled off of Remus with long, drawn out and exaggerated sigh, a silly grin stretching from ear to ear.
"Best ever." He beamed, looking over at Remus, who was watching him with an even – if possible - wider than Sirius'. Moony, finally and really his Moony, rolled onto his side and curled up close to him, nuzzling into his neck and humming in agreement. "No girl could eversuck a cock like that."
Remus burst out laughing, shaking against Sirus, who chuckled, too and turned to face him, throwing a leg and arm across him.
"So…" Sirius said slowly, running a finger over the white scars on his hip, "Now what?"
"What do you want?" Remus asked, amber eyes starting to fade to soft brown. Sirius wasn't completely used to this vulnerable and uncertain side of the werewolf – it wasn't a side he showed to most people and one Sirius quickly decided he found endearing.
"I want to wake up in your bed tomorrow morning," he answered, watching Remus' smile reappear, "and every morning after."
"You old romantic, you." Remus snorted, shaking his head. Sirius shifted forwards to kiss him again.
"No more Sweetie or Julie. Or anyone else." Sirius added as an afterthought. Remus just shook his head, his eyes fluttering closed. Sirius took the opportunity to count the freckles across his nose, naming each one fondly.
"Stop staring at me." Remus mumbled, making Sirius jump guiltily and grin. He ran his eyes over his body instead, unable to believe that it was all his – and laughed.
"What?" Remus asked in annoyance cracking an eye open.
"You've still got one sock on." Sirius chortled.
"Shut up." Remus smirked, eye closing again, "Clean us up and close the hangings on our beds before the others get back. Don't wanna give the others heart attacks just yet."
Sirius smiled and reached for his wand, casting a scourgify and turning a little to point his wand at first the hangings around his bed and then Remus', closing them both. Job done, he slipped his wand back into his trouser pocket at the foot of the bed and pulled the covers over the both of them, snuggling up to Remus happily, the other boy already asleep.
The first thing Sirius did the next morning was rejoice that he remembered everything of the previous night as he lay next to his Moony, considering how much he had had to drink. Remus was breathing slowly, deeply, indicating that he was still sleeping – Sirius was overcome with a brilliant idea.
He scooted further under the covers and grinned when he came face to face with his goal, standing at half-mast due to the hour of the day. Sirius grinned at the thought of his Moony sporting morning wood and then wondered why he was always in such a foul mood when he woke if he'd just had a wank…unless he didn't wank because he always insisted on sleeping in and only ever had time for a rushed shower instead of a relaxing one like everyone else.
Time to remedy that, he thought mischievously, gently taking a hold of Moony and doing something he hadn't had a chance to last night. He lowered his mouth over Remus, slowly in case he choked himself to death, before pulling back with a slow, hard suck, hoping to Merlin he was doing it right. Most likely he was, judging by the way Moony rose to full-mast in his mouth.
After a moment, the covers lifted abruptly and Remus' face stared down at him as he sucked again, earning himself a stifled groan.
"Sirius…" Moony whispered, his breath catching. Sirius hummed in approval of Remus' arousal. The sensation of sound around him must have done something peculiar because Moony threw his head back, gripping Sirius' hair, a silent shout on his lips. Sirius ignored the insistent tugs and gave one last suck. Remus shuddered into Sirius' mouth, who swallowed smugly and sat up, the covers forming a large tent over his head.
"Well, that was embarrassing," Remus sighed, covering his eyes with an arm as Sirius crawled up beside him again, "I never come that fast. Sorry about that by the way."
He made a swallowing gesture to explain and Sirius laughed, leaning over to kiss him. When he pulled back, Remus was smiling, the light of dawn filtering through the hangings and highlighting the pretty red strands in his hair.
"You'd better go to your own bed before the others wake up." Remus whispered, giving Sirius a gentle shove. Sirius pulled his boxers on and gathered up the rest of his party-worn clothes to tip toe back to his own bed, open the hangings and settle under the covers to sleep for another few hours. He was, however, too happy and hyper to do anything of the sort, so he settled for singing instead.
"So help me…" came a growl from the direction of Frank's bed, which was odd, seeing as Frank was sleeping in the middle of the dorm floor, emitting loud snores. Sirius only chuckled when the grouchy lump jumped up from Longbottom's bed suddenly to make a mad dash for the bathroom. When the distinct sounds of a stomach being emptied made themselves known, the other boys groaned, sitting up gingerly and quickly realising their various states of hangover.
Sirius watched, hands behind his head as he watched the pandemonium unfold (that usually involved him, had he not been floating on cloud nine), as Remus stood and stretched, now wearing his usual bedtime ensemble of boxers and a wife beater. The others fell silent for a moment, fully expecting for him to scream at Fabian to get out of the fucking bathroom, but when all he actually said was, "Looks like a nice morning already. Think I might go get myself a tan," they exchanged puzzled glances.
"Where's the demon of dawn disappeared to?" Peter muttered as Moony rooted around in his trunk for a t shirt, announcing that it was now too hot for jumpers – something that Sirius was now very excited about. Anything to see his Moony in clothes that showed off more skin.
Sirius just gave Peter a smug smile – one that faltered when he realised James was trying to hide one of his own. And one that came back with amused vengeance when said best friend clapped him on the shoulder and congratulated him loudly as he passed to see if Fabian was alright. Remus glanced over and gave him a matching grin that sent Sirus into deliriously happy places.
Yeah, Sirius thought to himself cheerfully, my Moony. My Moony.
A/N2: So, it's over! *Wipes tear away* Ah well, I'm most likely going to write a sequel anyway since I loved writing this so much, even if most of you don't want a sequel (apart from those who have requested one)! Muahahaha! But yeah, I don't know when I'll start it, so stay alert men! And women. And everyone else. Also, I'll have a couple of oneshot up soon, so look out for those. Cheerio!
