Chapter eight: The House of Jewels where Pleasure will Become You
AN: Thank you Innocent N, even though you are not as innocent as you seem. This is short and (WARNING!) deliciously M-rated. You have been warned.
Okay, so, I got a review asking if I was still going to continue with this, and then I figured that even though the next chappie is a bitch, I really should update. When I checked which chapter to update, I found out that eight was next, while I had been under the impression it was nine XP so, chapter ten is being a bitch, but I already finished nine, so WHOOHOO !
Sirius woke up when he felt a shift of limbs and the side of the bed tip down—apparently he'd fallen asleep somewhere during the night, though he could have sworn he had vowed not to. He noticed immediately that someone had tucked him in, and a warm body was resting next to him. The drapes had been shut tight, though the bright glossy sun seeped in through a fine slit of window that had remained uncovered. The sheets had been by the foot of the bed when Sirius had last been awake, but the other body had pulled them up slightly, cuddling his front into it, as he remained half uncovered.
When Sirius turned, he was immediately met with the slumbering face of his friend—blankets caught around his knees. His criss-crossed scarred body was turned into the mattress, his thighs showing under the soft fabric of his garters. The briefs stuck to his bum, his skin damp with sweat, and his back was bare—when Sirius focussed he saw a tell-tale trail of clothes leading to the bed, only Remus' underwear and stockings still in place.
His look trailed up his best friend's body unabashedly, the sight of the revealed thighs and the firm bum making him want to have the boy right there—his sun-tanned skin accentuated with the pale stockings and his back curved beautifully into his full arse. His skin was tainted though, and when he saw the dried up semen, obscenely sticking to his friend's back, right between the dimples in his ass, he was harshly reminded of the fact that now, Remus was still Ruby, and Ruby was everyone's favourite fucktoy, everyone's number one boy, everyone's but his.
He returned his look to the brunette's face, hoping to see that calm serenity that usually took Remus when he slept, but instead he found Remus' eyes wide open, staring up at him—it surprised Sirius, and he was startled by the intensity of that look, as it seemed to set his whole body ablaze.
"You just got back sweetie?" he laced his voice with the utmost care, trying to hide the gruff tone it took, and was pleased when Remus' eyelids fluttered at the sound.
Sirius turned onto his side—he had taken off his trousers and jacket earlier, leaving him to sleep in his white dress-shirt—flattening his hand against Remus' shoulder blade. He knew then Remus couldn't have been back very long, because even though the room was a tiny bit chilly, Remus' skin was damp and hot—and thinking about what had caused that, wildmadlydelicious, made hatred bubble up in Sirius' stomach so he tried to forget, but it was hard because everyone was touching what was rightfully his.
"Mhm," Remus made a small noise in the back of his throat, arching into Sirius' broad chest, "'m too lazy to redress."
"I should get you cleaned up Moony," he petted the soft skin between his scapula, enjoying the purr the boy made in return, "I'll draw you a bath love."
"Please don't feel like you have to go through that trouble for me," he murmured softly against Sirius' neck, cuddling closer, "I don't want to be a burden."
"You couldn't possibly be a burden Moony," Sirius kissed the side of his neck, slowly detaching himself from the lither frame.
He chuckled when Remus groaned in disapproval, though the boy was too tired to protest loudly. His whole body sunk into the mattress, trying to find ease and tension-relief. Sirius had to tear his look away before he did something incredibly stupid, so beautiful, I just want to have you, the sight of his best friend, sprawled out like that, stockings sticky against his skin, was too much to handle.
Sirius waited patiently for the bath to fill with lukewarm water, absentmindedly gliding his hand against the white marble. When it had filled completely, he stood again, going back to the bed.
Remus was completely relaxed when Sirius sat him up straight, helping him undo the garters at the side. The brunette smiled drowsily—a petite smile in the corner of his lips that was just utterly tempting—his eyes glossy chestnut. Lifting his hips to adjust his underwear, Sirius aided him in sliding the fabric to the floor. He leaned heavily against Sirius when they returned once more to the bathtub, barely stifling a yawn, and try as he may, all Sirius could think about was how naked Remus was beside him, how utterly bare and trusting.
Remus delicately outstretched a leg, letting his tiptoes run through the water to check the temperature—the sight drove goosebumps up Sirius' skin, and he had to recite all the rules of friendship in his head not to ravage the boy on the spot—before sighing in approval and sitting down. The water swished around his tired frame, and he let out a slight moan at the calming effect it had on his sore muscles.
Sirius rolled back his sleeves and stretched one arm over the tub, grasping the other side with his hand so when Remus leaned back, he was supporting against Sirius' arm instead of against the tub. He figured it would be easier to clean his beautiful Moony that way, taking a thick sponge so he could set to work.
He began with the brunette's back, after lathering some soap on the ribbed fabric, giving it a quick scrub with the sponge. Then he set it by the side of the tub and used his free hand instead, massaging Remus' neck with care, and then his shoulders and his stiff sides. When his hand travelled downwards further, he made sure to mark the hitch in Remus' breath, his fingers kneading the firm buttocks in order to get them cleaned. Hazel eyes had drooped shut moments ago, and Sirius watched the boy's face intently for any hint of displeasure—when all he got was a shuddering breath, he was sure he had won his friend for him, and him alone, all over again.
Drawing his hand up and out of the water, he rubbed the main sweat off Remus' smooth skin—unable to resist the urge to trace one of the white scars marring it—winding down the abs in small, steady circles. Remus' hips twitched unintentionally and impatiently when Sirius stopped his caresses, leaning closer to the brunette's wet figure so he could almost see his heartbeat. He licked his lips and hesitated a brief second. Then, without further pause, he wrapped his thin fingers around the heat between Remus' legs, and waited.
The amber eyes flew open on instinct, and a groan fell from his rosy lips, his breath seemingly caught in his throat. One of Remus' hands clawed at Sirius', setting firmly around his wrist, though he did not try to pry Sirius off. Instead, he locked eyes with his best friend—pure fire, lust and passion swirling into dark brown and specks of gold—and moaned: "Sirius, please," even though he himself was unsure of what he was pleading for.
Sirius pushed his nose against Remus' neck in a canine gesture of affection, keeping his hand perfectly still. When he felt Remus turn, only to bury his face in the crook of Sirius' broad shoulder, he inwardly sighed, relieved. Remus inhaled deeply, drowning in the scent of his best friend, completely and utterly at ease. Sirius nipped at his neck lovingly, and began moving his hand in deliberate thrusts, up and down and up again.
He synced the speed of his pulls to the feel of Remus' breath against his neck—the boy had been panting before he even began, and it was absolutely beautiful—drawing out his strokes when the breathing became particularly erratic. Remus' nails were still clawing into him, but he barely even felt it, with all those prettybeautifulgorgeous mewls pressing into his shoulder. Every flick of his wrist gave a different pitch of sound, and he loved finding out what made Remus' breathing hitch, what made him moan just so.
Most of all, Sirius loved knowing he would be the first to make Remus come undone.
"Remus, darlin'," Sirius nuzzled him below his ear, slowing his pace again, "look at me."
Obliging, Remus turned his head to look up at him—his cheeks a dark crimson as if he was embarrassed, completely flustered with the noises he was making—their eyes meeting in a burning blaze. His lips were parted, dark pink and slick with his own saliva, and he continuously licked them, the heat taking over his body causing them to dry again immediately. His eyes were hazy and clouded, damn sexy, and even though Remus was right there, naked and hard, somehow he still managed to look innocent and so like himself. That's all Sirius needed, the knowledge that this was Remus and not Ruby; everyone's favourite fantasy, everyone's number one boy to fuck. This was his Remus and he was not letting go—he sped up once more, jerking in earnest, tightening his fingers.
Remus came crying out Sirius' name, his face contorted in a look of pure, unadulterated perfection, biting his lip so hard it bled—Sirius could see the light explode behind his eyes, and his body was trembling so bad the water swirled around and over the edges of the bath. His hand tightened around Sirius' wrist, sharp enough to leave a bruise, and Sirius could feel him, gasping against his neck, sweaty forehead slumping against his shoulder. Quite frankly, it was the single most erotic thing Sirius had ever witnessed.
Careful not to alarm him in the aftermath of his climax, he drew his hand down the scarred legs, to his knees. Remus' death grip finally loosened, and instead the boy grasped at Sirius' dress shirt.
With some effort, he managed to heave the brunette out of the soiled water, holding him close to his chest, bridal style. He could feel the water of Remus' wet body seeping into his shirt, allowing him to simply melt into his friend, their completely naked bodies separated by just a single layer of cloth.
Remus sobbed softly into his neck, and for the most terrifying minute of his life, Sirius was afraid he had overdone it, had crossed that invisible line he had always wanted to cross, and was now left, unreciprocated.
But then the shivering boy locked an arm around his neck, fingers weaving through his long hair, as he quietly wept on. Sirius gently rocked the naked body in his arms, making his way through the room, letting the air dry Remus while they walked. He was a bit unnerved when Remus refused to remove his head from his shoulder, pressing his face against his chest—he liked seeing the light reflect in Remus' eyes, always, even when he cried and was thoroughly displeased at being denied such a simple request. For the moment though, he willed himself not to be so selfish, and instead tried soothing his Moony.
Eventually, when he found Remus was amply dried—his petite sobs dying out, now replaced with an occasional hiccup—he walked them back to the bed. Sirius settled the tan form into the soft blankets, chuckling at the surprised sound Remus made—really, the boy was too adorable.
Remus didn't bother covering up his own naked flesh, instead pulling at Sirius' wet shirt. His sleeves were still soaked, and the wet, white fabric stuck to his hips.
"Take it off," Remus ordered softly, his own body flushing at the command.
Sirius grinned crookedly, obeying without a second's thought. Really, how could he resist? Remus was right there, inch by inch of beautiful everything, bare and exposed, with no place to run, nowhere to hide. And though Sirius wanted to brush off the command as something purely sexual, he knew it wasn't. The way Remus' eyes lingered with his own as he helped undo the shirt, starting with the last button, told Sirius that. It was about how Remus felt trapped there—inside this body that had been befouled, pure before but never untouched—in the place where he was giving himself to everyone, anyone, shredding himself into little pieces so each could have his share. And there, where no saviour could ever be dreamed of, where hopes were crushed, there, he no longer wanted to be alone. He did not want to be the only one left bare and exposed any more. He wanted Sirius to be there with him—have all of him or have nothing, because he no longer wanted to be shared and divided. He wanted to be Sirius', all of him, belonging with only him.
Of course this all went unmentioned—Sirius prided himself on his ability to read his friends' looks, but that did not mean he would just use this knowledge. Manipulative and a righteous bastard, that was Sirius Orion Black, but not in a million years would he wish to hurt Remus by abusing the knowledge for his own simple pleasures.
He had known Remus was a werewolf long before the boy had told him, but he knew just as well that being able to tell someone was part of the healing process. Ruining that by telling him he knew, could read it in his eyes, simply would not do.
So instead he folded his shirt over a chair to dry, and crawled onto the bed in his briefs. Remus immediately latched onto him, Sirius wounding his arm around his friend's shoulder. He pulled the blankets over the shivering frame, seeing how it had cooled down a bit—Remus' legs slid against his own, and he pulled Remus' hip closer with his free hand, draping his body over his own. He felt his skin flush at the contact, and though he had had many a girls flatter against him like that before, none came close to feeling as divine as Remus did. His skin was blissfully smooth, though not all of it so supple. There were little nicks, small imperfections and though many of them had faded over the years, he could still feel them when his hand brushed past them.
Remus rested his head against Sirius' chest tiredly, arms encircling the broader body so he could ensure himself Sirius wasn't going anywhere. Sirius stroked though his hair in long, fluent movements, luring him into relaxation.
"I hope that wasn't too intense back there?" Sirius murmured into the chestnut hair, stroking a brackish lock behind the boy's ear.
"No, it's just..." Remus smiled up at Sirius, rather drowsily, "you're the first to make me..." he blushed an endearing shade of pink, his eyes alluringly lit, golden swirling in the amber, "come."
"I'm glad it was mine than," he kissed Remus' temple, watching him shift to make himself more comfortable.
"What was Siri?" Remus asked curiously.
"The right touch," their eyes locked, and when Remus leaned up to kiss his cheek, the brunette's smile was as radiant as ever.
And after all, that's what Sirius did it for.
AN: I know it was short, but was it delicious or what? This story is a total whore, I can tell you that, and it pays off to review. My pen's prostitute people, give the pimp some love