Remus stared at the blank stone wall in front of him. He cast a nervous look around before taking a deep breath and begun pacing.

Thinking hard of what he needed, he stopped at the end of the corridor, turned on his heel and paced back.

Two more…

Remus halted again at the opposite end of the corridor, glanced sideways at the wall, and walked back.

One more…

He remembered a few more finishing touches and added the details to his concentration. Reaching the end of the corridor again, he turned and looked expectantly at the wall.

It was blank.

Remus frowned. Was someone already using it? Had the Room of Requirement become unplottable?

But as he walked back, frowning at the wall, his eye caught something out-of-place on one of the bricks. He looked closer and saw a small mark etched into the corner. It was the silhouette of a half crescent moon.

He reached out and pushed at it. The gravely sound of scraping concrete rent the air as a hidden doorway appeared, leading into a dark chamber beyond.

Remus grinned and entered.

The room was no bigger than his bedroom back home, but it was missing excess furniture. Other than one four poster in the center (that was twice as wide as their beds in the dormitories) there was only one nightstand and a trunk by the footboard. The room was round with a crimson rug rolled over the stone floor and the ceiling was low, lit by candlesticks around the walls. There was a large radius-top window to the left of the bed and a small wooden door to the right.

Remus walked over to it and poked his head inside. It was a bright little bathroom with an unusually large tub. Remus raised his eyebrows at it. If there was one thing they wouldn't need, it was that. He'd been so self-conscious about the idea of tonight that he'd spent almost an hour in the shower after dinner, meticulously cleaning every millimeter of his skin twice and shampooing his hair five times. He wondered if he'd ever been so ridiculously clean in his entire life.

Remus closed the door to the bathroom and stared at the four-poster. The bedding was the same as their sheets in the dorms and so was the frame, besides being twice as large. He couldn't help but think of it as the kind of bed a Gryffindor Head boy or girl would sleep in.

There was no noise except for the shuffling of his feet and the soft flow of air as the wind blew outside the window. Remus sighed and sat down on the trunk, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and staring at the floor. There was nothing to do now but wait.

He couldn't believe what he'd gotten himself into. It was finally the 2nd of March, the night of Sirius' sixteenth birthday, and he had no idea what to brace himself for. He'd promised Sirius the whole night but wasn't really sure what his full intentions were. A part of him could imagine them doing nothing but snogging before drifting off to sleep. Another part could imagine… well… a whole slew of things he didn't want to focus on right now.

Remus was so lost in his daydream that he didn't hear Sirius enter until the stone wall scraped shut again. His head snapped up.

Sirius smirked at him and looked around, studying the room.

"I like it," he smiled.

Remus sat up off his elbows and felt his shoulders tense up.

"I thought you'd never figure out how to get in, that I'd have to come get you or something."

"Nah, I just followed the clue," he said, walking to see what the wooden door led to. "And I'm more near-sighted than you think."

"Pads, I know exactly how short-sighted you are."

Sirius let out a bark of laughter and closed the bathroom door again. He leaned up against it with his hands behind his back.

"Tonight…" he started.

Remus tensed even further and kept his eyes firmly on the floor.

"… can we not have the nicknames?" Sirius finished. "No Moony or Padfoot. You're Remus and I'm Sirius. Okay?"

Remus sighed, relieved, and felt every muscle unclench. His head turned and they linked eyes.

"Yeah, of course," he breathed.

Sirius frowned at him.

"You're nervous."

"Well—yeah, a little."

Sirius blinked at him for a moment.

"You can still say 'no' whenever you feel like it. It's not like I'd want to be with you if you hated it anyway."

"I don't hate being with you." Remus snapped. "But I'm allowed to be a little scared, alright?"

Sirius fell silent for a moment and then murmured "Alright."

The six or seven feet between them suddenly felt like miles.

"What's that you're sitting on, anyways?" he piped in after a while.

Remus tore his eyes from one of the flickering candles on the wall and looked down.

"I dunno. Maybe it's a seat for deep contemplation?" he said trying to get Sirius to smile again. It worked.

"Well," Sirius said, pushing off the wall and moving closer, "unless you're contemplating something deeply, then move."

Remus grinned and stood up, moving over to the window to get some space between them again. He looked out at the fading sunset and the stars starting to shine in the sky. He glanced momentarily at the growing surface of the moon before turning back to the room.

Sirius slammed the trunk shut and stood up entirely too fast. His cheeks were stained pink.

"What is it?" Remus said, bewildered.

Sirius cleared his throat.

"What exactly did you ask the room for when you were pacing back and forth?"

It was Remus' turn to blush.

"I… I asked for an unplottable room… and for… other things."

Sirius cocked his head downwards, giving him a searching look.

"What other things?"

"Uhm… I asked for… a room that would have everything two people would need for their…you know… their first…"

Sirius tore his eyes from Remus' dear-in-the-headlight expression and down to the trunk again before bursting out laughing.

"What?" Remus said, frustrated.

Sirius walked around to the right side of the four poster and threw himself onto it, laughing up at the ceiling.

"Why don't you come look in the trunk and find out?" he said, smirking upside down at him.

Remus glared at him and strode over, pulling the lid up and crouching onto his knees.

There were about five large bottles of potion, some folded linens and a stack of books. Remus was about to throw a "So what?" at Sirius before his eye caught on something and, startled, he did a double-take.

The stack of books had the most shameful titles he'd ever read in his life. They included 101 Sex Positions, All-Night Orgasm, and Wand-Play: A Guide to Every Sexual Enchantment. He frowned, eyes darting to the potion bottles. They weren't potions at all… the labels read that they were different flavors of lubricant, all of them claiming to induce heightened pleasure. And those cloths that Remus had mistaken for linens were actually silk sashes and blindfolds.

Remus felt his ears burn and the sound of Sirius roaring with laughter rent the air.

"Oh shut up, you ponce." Remus shot at him. "I didn't ask for any of this rubbish."

Sirius shook his head again and laughed up at the ceiling, temporarily incapable of forming words.

Remus cracked a smile though as he watched him and shut the lid of the trunk. He reached for his leather book bag on the floor next to it and pulled out a box of chocolate frogs.

"Here, you git," he said, tossing one onto Sirius' stomach and sitting up against the headboard with his legs stretched out. "Just like old times, yeah?"

Sirius hiccupped and moved to sit against the headboard next to Remus.

"That was only like… five months ago now," he grinned, biting into his chocolate.

"Yeah." Remus whispered.

Sirius glanced sideways at him before down at their feet again.

"You know… if someone had told me we'd be like this…ever…"

Remus grinned.

"I know, I've thought about that too. It would have been such a joke."

Sirius let out another bark of laughter.

"That's an understatement."

Remus fell silent as they both nibbled on their candy. They were sitting next to each other fully clothed and talking casually. How the hell was Sirius going to start this? Remus wondered this in exasperation and made a mental note refusing to make the first move.

His whole body was too warm and the little frog slid between his fingers as it melted. He finished it and then stuck the tip of his pinky in his mouth to lick it off.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he had the funny feeling he was being watched. Looking sideways, he caught Sirius staring at him for what felt like the millionth time. But unlike the other million, this time he didn't look away.

Remus realized he was still sucking on his finger and slid it out of his mouth.

"Stop it," he scolded.

Sirius grinned and moved closer, climbing on top of him to straddle his legs and reaching for another frog.

"Stop what?" Sirius whispered darkly. He broke a small piece of chocolate off and lifted it to Remus' mouth, ghosting it across his bottom lip.

Remus was already panting, his body responding beyond his control to the feel of Sirius on top of him. He leaned forward and sucked the chocolate out of Sirius' fingers.

Almost instantly Sirius' mouth was on his. That sinful tongue was delving deep into Remus' mouth, rubbing against his as they dissolved the chocolate between each other, sucking and exploring long after it was gone. Remus reached up and pulled Sirius in by the neck, his other hand pressing into the small of his back to pull their chests closer.

They were rutting their arousals against each other before they broke away, both moaning in agony as their lips separated. Remus felt his head spinning from the lack of oxygen and glanced down at Sirius' neck. The chocolate that had melted on his fingers was now all over the creamy skin below his ear and jaw line.

Remus fisted his other hand in Sirius' black locks, pulling his head back to expose his neck as he leaned in to suck hungrily on the skin.

He felt Sirius shiver on top of him, a strangled moan wrenched from the throat beneath his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Remus.."

Remus licked the remaining chocolate from his skin before biting down gently at the base of the neck. Sirius bucked his hips wantonly into his own.

He slid his hand out of Sirius' silky hair and rested his head back against the headboard, looking up at the other boy. Sirius pressed their foreheads together and breathed against his mouth. The smell of chocolate and arousal was intoxicating.

"I'm too close." Sirius whispered.

"I know." Remus breathed back. "Your legs tremble when you're about to cum."

Sirius pulled back a little and stared at him.

"It is so fucking wrong that you know that."

Remus laughed at him.

"It's okay though… I mean, if you want to, I know a spell that can… you know… make you hard again."

Sirius blinked.

"Yeah, I know that one too. And some others…"

Sirius leaned forward and whispered the last line into Remus' neck.

"What others?" Remus moaned as their cocks brushed against each other through their trousers.

"You know…" Sirius' steaming breath almost burned against Remus' earlobe. "The kind that stops my gag reflex so I can swallow your whole dick down my throat..."

Remus gasped as Sirius started rutting hard against him again.

"…or the kind that makes me taste like honey if I cum in your mouth..."

Remus' eyes burned shut in lust as he ground his hips against Sirius with abandon.

"…or…or the kind that turns pain nerves into pleasure if I fuck you too hard…"

A desperate little screamed tore through Remus' throat as he came forcefully, hot semen pooling in his lap as Sirius shook on top of him and fell, moaning, into his own orgasm. They clutched desperately at each other as waves of pleasure rushed through them, breathing heavily. Remus pressed his damp forehead against Sirius' white uniform shirt and laughed softly. They hadn't even so much as unbuttoned their shirts or taken their shoes off yet.

"Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty." Remus growled.

Sirius leaned down and sucked Remus' bottom lip between his teeth before kissing him again.

"I love it when you say 'fuck' with that bossy prefect mouth of yours." Sirius whispered hoarsely.

Remus grinned and pushed Sirius off him, sliding his shoes off and throwing the box of chocolates on the floor before starting to undress.

Remus had turned his back to the bed and stripped down to his shirt and boxer briefs when he felt Sirius yank him backwards onto the mattress again by his shirt.

He blinked up at the other boy. Sirius hadn't turned himself around yet. He was kneeling with one leg on either side of Remus' head.

"What do I do now?" he said, utterly confused.

Sirius licked his lips. His body was quivering a little.

"Have you ever… heard of sixty-nine?"

"Uh, yeah, it comes right before seventy."

Remus lifted his wand and cast the nonverbal incantation at both of them. Their arousals returned at full-force.

"I don't mean the number." Sirius moaned as blood rushed into his groin. "I mean, the position."

Remus frowned.

"Have you read that sex position book already?"

"That's not the poi—,"

Remus tried to sit up and turn around to face him but Sirius planted both hands on his shoulders and forced him down.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?"

"Sixty-nine…" Sirius breathed. "…is where you suck each other off at the same time. So… you have to be upside down from each other."

Remus gazed up at him, is cheeks burning scarlet.

"But… but I haven't even done that right side up yet. How will I know I'm doing it right?

Sirius reached over and picked his own wand up and pointed it at Remus. He felt three spells hit him before Sirius cast it aside.

"What'd you do?"

"Just some things to make it easier on you. You'll figure it out," he smirked wickedly down at him, tracing a thumb along the curve of Remus' flushed mouth. Their eyes connected again and lust built steadily in the air between them. Remus felt his cock twitch as he imagined that smirking mouth wrapped around him again as he plunged up into that slick sucking heat—

Sirius broke first and leaned forward to start undoing Remus' shirt buttons, licking sensually at his nipples as he went. Remus reached up and slid his arms around the already bare torso. He just needed him closer, so much closer…

Remus gasped when he felt Sirius finish unbuttoning his shirt and latch his mouth onto the fabric around his shaft, puffing warm breath through the damp cotton.

Then, quite suddenly, Remus smelled a stronger scent of musk and sex than he had before. He closed his eyes as the effects hit him, blood pooling in his cock, his entire body writhing in undiluted pleasure.

Looking up, he realized with a jolt that Sirius' black boxer-brief clad groin was hovering over him. His eyes glazed over as he reached up, every ounce of control snapping within him, and pulled Sirius' body down, pressing his face against the hard, throbbing erection and inhaling deeply.

Sirius whimpered and bucked against him.

"Oh god, don't stop..."

Remus pressed closer and moaned against Sirius' cock.

"Uuungh, Sirius…"

The body above him shivered and Remus felt it against his cheek when Sirius' balls clenched up tight in arousal. Somewhere down his own body where he couldn't see, he felt his briefs shoved aggressively over his hips as Sirius sucked his entire length into his mouth.

Remus gaped into the cloth in front of him as the pleasure lit him on fire. His hips snapped up, plunging the leaking head of his cock in and out of Sirius' swallowing throat.

He needed more. Fingers fumbling, he laid back down and tried with glazed eyes to pull Sirius' damned briefs off. But Sirius took that moment to pull back and rub his tongue into the leaking slit of his dick. Remus' head was thrown back in ecstasy, moaning uncontrollably.

Sirius seemed to sense his struggle though and sucked his mouth off Remus' shaft, licking the flat of his tongue up to his swollen balls instead.

Remus took a deep breath and steadied himself before reaching for the nearest wand.

"Diffindo!"

He felt a puff of laughter from Sirius as the briefs split and fell off his pelvis. But he didn't care… Merlin knows they were ruined from earlier anyways…

Remus breathed achingly against the bobbing erecting in front of him. There was so much precum leaking from it already. Remus leaned up before it could dribble off and tasted Sirius for the first time.

"Okay, that's one spell figured out."Remus thought as he tasted honey instead of the salty spunk he could smell despite the charm. He reached his arms up and pulled Sirius' body down to slide the swollen head into his lips and suck around it.

"Oh yeah…" Sirius moaned, panting hard. "…please…suck me..."

Remus squirmed in pleasure from the need in Sirius' voice. He pulled harder at Sirius' hips, sliding his mouth further up his cock, inhaling the smell of semen through his nose. Sirius started rutting his hips until Remus felt the head of his dick slipping in and out of his throat, the taste of honey becoming stronger, and the legs on either side of him trembling…

Remus pulled back suddenly and gasped for air.

"Sirius… I need to cum so bad…" he whimpered. Sirius had forgotten to continue on him after pulling back the last time.

"Oh shit…" Sirius breathed. "It just felt so…uungh…"

"It's fine…" Remus moaned, his voice turning low and gravely. "…now, fuck my throat."

Remus pulled Sirius down hard, swallowing hungrily around the pulsing cock as his own erection was engulfed. His back arched, toes curling, trying to fuck deeper into the slippery wetness as jots of pleasure welled unbearably and he was sucked into mind-blowing completion. Sirius followed only a few seconds later, his whole body trembling, jerking his hips as semen flooded Remus' mouth and throat, choking on the amount until he swallowed it down.

Sirius let go first and pulled himself out of Remus' mouth. He let out a desperate little moan of surrender before falling onto his back next to Remus, panting. They both laid there staring up at the ceiling for a moment, trying to process what just happened.

I just had the hardest orgasm of my life, is what just happened.

Remus pushed himself off the mattress with much more effort than he usually needed and pulled one of the soft sheets around his lap.

"Are… are you okay?" he asked, sliding forward to sit on the edge of the bed next to Sirius' head. Sirius hadn't said anything or bothered to cover himself up.

He reached down and stroked the raven hair back, caressing Sirius' temple and cheek with his thumb as he did. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned into his palm for a second.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he whispered, gazing back up at Remus. There was a sad longing expression in his eyes.

"Are you tired?"

"No… just a little winded I think. But I didn't get much sleep last night, so maybe I'm tired, I dunno."

Remus knew what he meant. The anticipation had made it almost impossible to get any sleep the night before.

"Are we going to sleep at all tonight?"

Sirius screwed up his face at the very idea. "Why? We can sleep when we're dead."

Remus looked around the covers for the watch he'd taken off.

"It's almostone-thirty in the morning." Remus said, after he'd found it..

Sirius seemed to reconsider something.

"Okay, maybe we can get some sleep later… after… everything."

Remus caught his eye again. They were blazing with some unspoken knowledge.

Remus shivered and leaned forward to get one of the chocolate frogs out of the box on the floor. He broke part of it off and fed it to Sirius who still seemed unable to move.

Remus stared down at him for a moment. The moonlight had shifted through the window, casting a silvery glow around where they sat and illuminating the contrasts of Sirius' hair and lips and skin.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Remus thought for a moment about how sappy those words would sound out loud and started laughing.

"What?" Sirius said, bewildered.

Remus shook his head, shoulders still shaking with laughter as he popped some more chocolate in his mouth.

"Are you laughing at me?"

Remus snorted.

"I think so."

Sirius started laughing too.

"Well that's reassuring," he snickered sarcastically.

Remus sniffed and fed another piece of chocolate to him. Sirius bent his arm up and caressed the curve of Remus' shoulder absentmindedly with the back of his fingers.

"So once tonight is over… will we still… practice together?" Sirius asked softly. "Or is it over after this?"

Remus sighed as Sirius' knuckles brushed over his skin.

"Yeah, it's over," he said. "No more practicing."

He looked up as he said it. Sirius' eyes had been staring past him into space, anxious and expectant. But as soon as Remus finished speaking, they became… blank. Empty. A dead hollowness consumed the light that usually sparkled in them.

If Remus hadn't already planned to keep speaking, this would have scared the shit out of him. But he continued on, unfazed.

"Because I'm breaking it off with Mary. And if you and I are together, it wouldn't really be called 'practicing' anymore, now would it?"

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