Chapter 5: (Part 2) Oh my, moonstar!
A/n: I wonder how far I can take all of this...
And to answer a quick question, these are not in order, but they are all related. The same Sirius and Remus. :)
Seriously though, Man/Man Voyeur love. Don't like it, Don't read it. :)
You could hear a pin drop. Literally.
The entire room was straining their ears, their eyes widened with anticipation. Never had the Marauders pulled anything as elaborate, and bizarre as this.
James climbed off the table with a slight stumble, only to seat himself upon it again. Peter, who had been happily chatting away with the pretty Hufflepuff in the purple dress, was cut off by her obvious lack of attent, her eyes locked on the misfit duo sharing the lone couch.
Lily took a seat next to James, partially because she felt her legs would fail her if she did in fact hear what she was sure she did, and to get a better view of the stunt the others were surely pulling. James was so dumbstruck, he didn't notice. The fiery redheads' complexion matched her thick tresses. She couldn't tell if it was her prefect nature, wishing to catch the mischief makers in some scheme, or if it was her blossoming girlhood that ached for the boys to continue with their ministrations.
The air had never been so thick.
Sirius' eyes widened as he noted the boy sitting atop his lap was not the Remus Lupin he had grown to know. No, this was the wolf. The creature his animagi roughed with once a month, the creature Remus constantly battled against, to stay concealed.
The excitement bubbled in his gut as he attempted to pick the boy up a second time, only to be shoved back against the downy. Remus' fingers laced around his throat, his eyes glinted threateningly. Wracking his brain, Sirius thrust up against the stiff member of the werewolf, his own taking a brutal swell of arousal in the process. Throwing the amber haired boy for a loop, only for a moment Sirius lifted the smaller, normally shy boy, dipping him into the cushion next to them. Before Remus could regain his balance, the black haired teen got to his feet, his eyes never leaving the intense gaze that was boring into him.
He kept his stance before the honey eyed teen, his face never faltering. Remus noticed a precarious glitter in his sterling eyes before his own were ripped away by the sound of heavy fabric hitting the floor.
"We can't very well do that with clothes, can we?" A grin and wink caused the audience of girls to swoon lightly.
Remus drank in the statuesque being before him. It was as if every inch the mans body was carved by Michelangelo, himself. The taut skin encasing perfectly sculpted muscles and tendons. Golden hue, only emphasized by the dim light of the fire. Hard angles, an rigid lines lead Remus' eyes to lay upon the erection standing proudly from the dip on the other boys narrow hips.
The lycan didn't exhaust another second viewing the perfection that awaited him when he knew he could reach out and taste it for himself.
Sirius was overcome by the warm cavern that quickly enveloped his tempered member. The moist, and powerful muscle twisted, teasing the nerve of the stark nude man. Athletic fingers tangled themselves within impossibly soft hair. The rock of his lips started off slow as Remus bobbed his head at an agonizingly slow self control in play between the two boys was a feat neither could replicate if called upon.
Grey eyes, still doused with lust, took the chance at locking with the man busy with work. His mouth however didn't inhibit his eyes by wavering from their haunting seduction. Sirius felt himself growing close. The catcalls and urges for more were a mere hushed nuisance of sound, barely penetrating his conscious. Gripping the silky hair he remorsefully forced the deliciously intoxicated man to pause. A growl slipped past Remus' already bruising lips, allowing the other boy the courage to coerce his fellow marauder off his knees, by the root of his hair.
They stood as equals, visions level, noses brushing tenderly.
"Show me what you've got." The voice dripping off the taller boys' generous lips was full of challenge. Moony wanted to play, Sirius was beckoning him out.
Remus smirked lightly, his nose bumping Sirius' before following suit to the other side. He tilted his head, pulling the ambitious lips into a slow, provocative kiss. The tie was straining his neck, pulling him to the level of the boy only a few inches shorter. His mind was lost within the passion and heat of mimicked breath and unspoken words. He didn't notice the knee resting in the hollow of his hip, only the quick contact it made with his painfully hard erection.
The moment their lips ceased contact, an intense pressure in the hollow forced him to his floor, and before he knew it, the werewolf stood above him. One foot resting on his opposite hip, assuring his back stayed flat against the soft carpet, the other kept a powerful stance in between him thighs, alarmingly close to his tense sex.
The sway was back in the other boys hips as Sirius became aware of the music still echoing though the circular room. The fading gasps and giggles didn't phase him as he was hardly aware of the audience they started with. His eyes feasted hungrily while Remus granted them more, his slacks sliding gracefully down his slender legs.
He noted Remus' member bared more length than his own. The foreign experience he was about to endure, coiled a spread of heat, enlivening his body in a way he never imagined.
Remus crouched, kicking the others thighs open. He began by planting devoted kissed upon the expanses of firm bronze skin. His tongue delicately enticing the hairs traveling to Sirius' member to stand at attention, leaving bumps of stimuli in his wake.
The impressionable skin winding his hips elicited Sirius' cock to bob with every bead of cum that leaked from the top. Blowing a stream of cold air, Remus watched the achingly flushed member shift slightly before leaning forth, and swallowing the man in his entirety.
The feeling of his cock rubbing against the back of his throat left Sirius' unaware that Remus' hand was snaking towards a bottle of fire-whiskey. A single finger seeped into the spicy alcohol before finding its way to the pucker of Sirius' entrance. The amber tinted boys' wicked tongue stroked the bulging nerve leading from base to bulb, before his teeth raking periodically with a hum of vibration. The stimulation left Sirius' a moaning, writhing mess across the shag rug of the Gryffindor common room.
Throaty groans surfaced as he felt an intruder making it's way inside him. The pain was searing, but coupled with the pleasure he was experiencing from the slide of moisture upon his cock, he couldn't decide if he wanted it to end, or wished to be stretched further.
His answer was made up for him as the invader swiftly exited, leaving him with a feeling of complete abandon. The sensation was momentary before the swelling head of Remus' girth kindled a passion within his opening. He backed up onto the other man. A harsh bark of laughter left Remus' chest.
"You're such a slut." A wanton moan only validated the snapped remark. Remus snatched up the withdrawn mans hips, thrusting into him crudely. A shrill gasp chaffed Remus' hearing, and he became aware of the eyes that observed them in what would be an otherwise intimate act.
A cannon Marauder smirk danced upon his lips as he brought the fire-whisky bottle up, and nursed the rest, awaiting the man beneath him to get comfortable with the new feeling.
A thrust against his own endowment alerted the werewolf that his partner was ready. Tossing the bottle with a rigid smash, his hands crawled up the formerly dominate mans' body. Remus stroked the soft obsidian tresses that fanned the floor, before resting his other hand at the base of Sirius' throat. A chilling moan, and impatient rut of Sirius' hips, and Remus briskly forced himself from the heat, only the sheath himself with a deafening pop. The grip on Sirius' hair was menacing, the fastening about his throat, pulled up in a erotic action of personal carnage.
The wolf shoved Remus' aside, the liqueur smudging the barriers of control. Hips gyrated in a vivacious massacre. The desperate, and thundering sounds emerging from the black haired boy were nothing more than a sensual melody. His member quivered against their joined torsos, come swelling, and sticking to the sweat soaked skin of their gnashing bodies.
Snatching up his throbbing cock, Remus thumbed the head lightly, rubbing the liquid prize around for more lubrication. He was close, the braid of arousal, unraveling at a expeditious pace. He knew he wouldn't last much longer with the howling man, clenching and thrusting up to match his fluid maneuvers.
"Fuck, Remus..." Sirius panted, breathless. His fingers gripping tightly at the skirt of a girl seated beside them, watching in awe and morbid intrigue. His rash twisting was pulling the clothing from the girls homely frame without his knowledge, though Remus took notice. Thrashing forward, his hips lifted the taller boys lower body completely off the floor, his erection plunging deeper as he snatched the mans' hands away from the innocent bi-standard.
"You're not allow to touch another person." Snapped the lycanthrop, his tone cold. Sirius moaned his approval, his hands straining to get free. Remus furrowed his brow, impaling the other man aggressively. His hips plummeting deeper with every word.
"Not. A. One."
"Just you..." The heir whined, beads of sweat spiraling from his hairline.
Finally satisfied, Remus proceeded to fondle and smooth the others erection, the swelling base told Remus they were almost finished.
Heaving deeper, Remus was on the hunt for the little bundle of nerve that would bring the other man to completion. Minimal bucks, and he claimed victorious as the titillating shriek that escaped the animagis' lips notified the audience of their climax. Rivulets of semen sprung out from Sirius' still erect cock, dressing the nude boys in their accomplishment.
Remus pulled out, a surge of his own come wilting after him. The wolf was sated, but the amber haired boy wasn't finished.
Twisting the tie around his wrist, he force his companion to a seated position. He climbed atop the animagi once more, sharp teeth seized the others lower lip, coning him into a feather light kiss.
"Only you..." Whispered Sirius against the pale lavish lips.
With that Remus stood, winked at Lily Evans, whom was on the brink of a heart attack, before waltzing towards the stairs to the boys dormitory, an amorous Sirius in tow.
The silence they left was more deafening as the members and guests of the Gryffindor house processed all that they had seem. Nobody said a word as students slowly rose to their feet, individually heading off to the showers or bed.
The party was over. Lily, an even deeper shade of crimson scrambled off to her dorm, a few other girls rushing to follow. Peter, transfixed with a look somewhere between temptation and disgust, sat rooted in the next chair over from the couch where it all started.
James glanced around the room, spotting a shadow in the corner making a b-line for the portrait hole. The bespectacled boy whilst attempting to cover his own shameful erection, noticed a tint of pink dusted across the cheeks of Professor McGonagall as she slammed the portrait shut.