Chapter four: The House of Jewels where Sin is no Shame
Sirius flopped down by the table Regulus and he had been at the other night, and scanned the room for Remus—he had to talk to him. They needed to make this right, Remus needed to explain, he needed to speak to Sirius and just make him understand.
He was gathering his strength, downing an amber-coloured liquid, when suddenly he heard a familiar voice.
"Ruru!" He snapped around at the sound of the feral purr, and saw Lee sitting on a comfy looking couch, not so far away from him.
Remus was standing by a supporting beam, and his eyes were focussed on Sirius—he looked as if he was just on his way over, and Sirius damned the older man. The boy looked absolutely edible, with pale stockings and a lilac frilly fabric—not worth calling a skirt—that just covered his ass. His white shirt was tucked in, and his outfit looked a bit like a dress, a belt covering up the seam between his skirt and top. Sirius bit his lip, but when he saw the angry glint in Remus' eyes, he decided that maybe it was a good thing Lee had attracted his attention. Then Remus turned to Lee and smiled pleasantly—Sirius knew it was a fake-smile, and attentively followed their movements.
"I was waiting for you," the man grasped his wrist and Remus sat down in his lap. Lee immediately planted his hands on Remus' thighs. Even though Remus leaned back against the man's chest, he locked his eyes with Sirius'—never wavering, as if challenging him, to do something, anything. But Sirius lost his courage, and stared enthralled at the two, "you didn't forget your promise, did you?"
"Of course not—did you cash in with Nance?" The brunette hummed softly—Sirius could barely hear him, but if thanks to his canine hearing they were still understandable.
"Yep," the man grinned and took his wallet from the side-table, "and there's more where it came from."
"What did you have in mind then?" Remus asked politely—in a rather businesslike tone, as if they were dealing cars—somehow he managed to still sound pleasant, coaxing Lee into bargaining with him. His eyes remained linked with Sirius', and the raven couldn't get himself to look away.
"Here's good Ruru," Lee purred and Remus gave a nod.
Sirius wasn't even surprised—he'd passed many fucking couples on his way to the second floor, and loads of men were dry humping on the dance-floor—he just wondered if Remus would go through with it, knowing that Sirius was right there, and watching. He seemed to be the only one listening to the conversation, everyone else too busy having a good time. But Sirius couldn't stop—not even when Remus moved up a bit, and bend his body so he could undo the man's fly.
Remus got up and didn't even as much as flinch when Lee reached out to unclasp his garters—he lowered his underwear himself, down his thighs and over the stockings, and bent over to take them off the floor. Sirius was sure he did it to give Lee a view, and he tried to ignore the sting he felt in his heart. He couldn't stop watching.
Lee's hands settled on Remus' behind and pulled him back down on his lap. The brunette teased the man, moving his hips over his groin, and Sirius could hear him groan in approval.
"Like this sweety?" Remus asked softly, arching his back against the man.
"Yeah, close to me Ruru," Remus wrapped an arm around the man's neck, and shifted, using his free hand to push his body up.
He agilely put a foot against the side of the couch, balancing his figure above the man's—Sirius could see his pale thighs were separated, but their eyes were still locked and he didn't dare look down. Lee placed his hands on Remus' hips, and pushed his skirt up, bunching it up against his back. Slowly Remus guided himself down, and his knuckles turned white as he grabbed on to the couch—Lee groaned again, and his eyes fell shut, his lips caressing Remus' shoulder.
"Feels good, don't it?" Remus asked, his voice a bit heavy, when Lee was sheathed completely—and Sirius really wished he could stop looking, could stop hearinglisteningseeing, but he couldn't.
"Real good Ruru," the man opened his eyes, and looked at the boy—even though he couldn't see his face. He slid his hands between Remus' thighs, shifting him slightly, and Remus gasped, "and you're so pretty," racking his hands over Remus stockings, he pushed one down, feeling against his skin, "so beautiful."
"Thank you sweety," Remus said in a teasing tone, and he slowly started moving, "just relax and let me make you feel good."
The man nodded in agreement, and his head fell to the brunette's shoulder again. Remus moved on top of the man—Lee's hips falling into rhythm with his own—his legs obscenely spread, but his eyes never strayed from Sirius'. They seemed to be alighted, and Sirius really wanted to look away but found it impossible. He didn't even see their bodies, really. At first he was still very much aware of the older man grunting and thrusting up into Remus, but then it just faded away. Remus didn't make a sound, but Lee was too busy to notice—soon Sirius could only see Remus' eyes, all the rest so trivial. They were burning holes in his soul and Sirius didn't quite mind. Remus' body and his hips and legs and arms just sunk away into nothingness and there were just those amber eyes, like fire blazing with his. And suddenly it wasn't Lee and Remus, but Sirius and Remus, and it's where Sirius felt good, so he didn't even care.
Lee continued whispering nonsensical things against Remus' shoulder, but the boy zoned it all out. It wasn't until he gave a particularly rough thrust that the eye-contact broke—just a second, wherein Remus flinched and shut his eyes away from the world. When he opened them again, Sirius was still there, but so was Lee, and he was sharp and pinpointed inside of him. And it didn't feel as good as he'd said earlier, but it was what it was and that's it.
After the second of lost eye-contact, Sirius could see the whole picture again, and he bit his lip. Remus was right there, being fucked by a robust man, and he still couldn't stop staring. He watched entranced as they picked up speed, and Remus' hand deftly sought for something on the table. He reached for a handkerchief, and brought his hand to his back, losing it between his body and the other's.
"I can feel you're close sweety," Remus whispered softly, and Sirius saw his legs tense as he brought his body down again, "you know the rules."
"Mmm, two more Ruru," Remus nodded, and Lee kissed his shoulder, "make them good."
Remus slowly got up, tensing up his whole body to make himself as tight as possible, and the older man moaned hoarsely. Then he sat back down, sofasthard, and repeated the move. Lee threw back his head when Remus moved off the third time, and as Remus placed himself between the man's legs, Sirius deducted that he'd come—in the handkerchief, probably—he saw the fire flare and burn down in Remus' eyes, and they both finally looked away, as if suddenly it was something intimate and they were blushing—yet it wasn't, and they weren't.
The brunette put his feet down, moving off the spent body of the other man, and stood carefully, wobbling a bit. Sirius looked up again, seeing him clean himself of the man's sperm—a bit had gotten onto his back and dribbled down his thigh—he discarded the handkerchief, and pulled up his underwear. Turning, he kissed Lee's cheek, and made sure he was zipped up nicely, taking care of the man. He then put his foot next to the man's knee, exposing his thigh as he reattached his stockings to his garters.
Lee looked up at him through half lidded eyes, a smile playing on his lips. He reached for his wallet, and took all the bills out, handing them to Remus—who didn't even look surprised.
"You get better every time Ruru," he smirked while he tucked the money safely up against the boy's thigh, "I can't wait until the next."
"Thank you darling," he fixed his other stocking, and brushed off his skirt. Giving the man's other cheek a kiss too, he made amends to leave, "what'll you have to drink—it's on me."
"Whiskey's good," Lee tiredly nodded and Remus gave him a wink, before heading off to the bar.
Sirius waited, finding himself in a sort of daze. He couldn't really describe the feel—it felt most like a post-orgasmic state, even though he hadn't even been part of their sexual activity. When Remus returned with Lee's drink, Sirius bit his lip and got up, scrambling all his courage together.
"I'd like to talk to you," Remus turned in surprise, since he hadn't heard him approach—his eyes lit up at meeting Sirius' again, but he tipped up his eyebrow in mockery.
"I'm working," he said, head held high, posing a hand in his side, and Lee shrugged.
"He's easier if you tip 'em," the man smiled at Sirius, but Sirius ignored his advice.
"I can wait," he crossed his arms, and watched how Remus nervously shifted—he had him. Remus only nervously shifted when he was about to give in.
"Fine."
He decided to not sit next to the man that had just fucked his best friend, and went back to his original seat, waving over one of the waiters. He made it a point to make sure not to order anything from Remus—Remus was his friend, and after his screw-up earlier, it seemed important to not treat him as servant.
His eyes followed the brunette everywhere he went—serving people, flirting with the men, receiving lots of tips. He just wanted to make clear that he wasn't going anywhere. Eventually—even though the house was still crowded—Remus flopped down in front of him, his eyes coldly staring straight ahead.
"I can get you something to drink if you want?" Sirius offered, but Remus just took Sirius' glass, sipping some of the expensive scotch.
There were a few awkward minutes, before Sirius finally caved in, and started blabbering—like he usually did in situations that were beyond him.
"Remus, listen, I really don't know what to say. I know I'm supposed to be fixing this but... you're Remus Lupin, my Moony, my best friend with his little furry problem, a little bit booksy but absolutely perfect, and then I come here and everyone's touching you and it seems okay and I wish I had known it's okay because I've been wanting to touch you since we first met."
As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted saying them—he should've rephrased that. He should've put it differently, and he should've kept it friendly. Now he sounded like a love-sick puppy, which, as hard as it was to admit it, he really was. But never mind, Remus wasn't supposed to know. Averting his eyes, he focused on the people dancing a floor below, and tried to stop his heart from beating so fast. He really had no idea what it was doing exactly—seemed to him it was doing its best to punch a hole in his chest.
When he felt a tingling sensation, spreading from his fingers through his entire core, he looked back at the brunette—the boy had placed an uncertain hand on his own, and was trying to make eye contact.
"I'm sorry," Remus whispered, and then diverted his eyes in shame, "I... went about this all wrong and..."
"Hey," he was interrupted when a redheaded girl put her hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention, "Madam wants to talk to you," she gave a nod to the staircase, "now, she said."
"Right, give me one minute," she left again, giving him a rather impatient look, and he turned to Sirius, "I have to go—listen, can you meet me up in my room, so we can talk about this?"
"Yeah, sure," Sirius smiled, revelling in the feel of their hands touching still, "which way's that?"
"Just wait ten minutes—then you go up to the roof. By the far end there's a fountain that looks like a windmill. If you stand directly next to it, and look down, there's a balcony. You can use the drainpipe to get there—the glass door that leads to it, also leads to my room," Remus said quickly, glancing about nervously.
"Sjeesh," Sirius gave a fake-sigh, grinning at the brunette, "things are never easy with you, are they Moony?"
"I thought you liked a little challenge Padfoot," Remus smirked and got up, "and besides, if you try to get in my room using the actual door there's a chance the guard'll shoot you."
Sirius palled, staring at his friend's retreating back.
"You're kidding, right!" He called—all he got in reply was a wink, and that wasn't too comforting.
AN: I just want to say that I don't mean to like... show the profession of escorts as a bad thing. I know some people enjoy their work, even if they do have sex with men for money—I don't mean this to be offensive, but I do want to point out (and you'll see that in the next chapter) that Remus doesn't do this by choice, so if I sometimes show this profession off as negative, and offend anyone by doing so, I would like to apologise beforehand. Please, if I'm out of line just let me know.
I have to explain about the handkerchief: it's a muggle brothel, so AIDS and shit like that exists (when I write in the 'wizarding world' I pretend that the wizards have a cure so I don't have to add condoms and stuff)—and the best prevention is just not coming inside, right.