Content Warning: Blood, kissing/making out
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own the lyrics to Queen's Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy
What is wrong with me?
Lily took a long sip from her third strongly spiked, and admittedly delicious drink as she gazed across the crowded common room.
The party, like anything the Marauders set out to do, was loud and energetic, and thriving. The common room was packed with what most definitely was every Gryffindor student, plus a great deal of Hufflepuffs and a handful of Ravenclaws. Music was blasting from the record player. The sound of Marlene and Sirius' combined, drunken voices carried over all of the party noises as they gave a quite entertaining, and slightly off-key performance of Queen's Somebody to Love, much to Dorcas and Remus' embarrassment.
Some first years were still shrieking after they had reached into a bowl of Ice Mice only to find that there was a live rat among the sweets, which quickly scampered across the table and disappeared. Now the girls, recruiting the closest elder student, Hufflepuff Emmeline Vance, for assistance, were frantically searching for the rodent while Peter, who seemed to have shown up out of nowhere, looked on with amusement and a distinctly proud smirk.
And yet, above all the commotions (and the exceedingly dramatic duet from Sirius and Marlene) Lily couldn't stop staring across the room at Mary.
Mary had her poofy chestnut hair up in a bun on the top of her head. She wore a skinny, black velvet dress with white knee-high socks and a pair of black Mary Janes. She had very little makeup on, just some shimmer that made her look as if she were glowing in the light of the fireplace, some soft purple shadow that made her brown eyes pop, and pink lipstick. She looked very pretty tonight. Not that Mary wasn't always very pretty, but she looked different while she laughed at Marlene and Sirius, her arm linked around James Potter's.
Potter, Lily noticed, wasn't watching the two drunk Freddie Mercury impersonators at all. He was watching Mary laugh, and he was smiling at her. Apparently, he thought she was very pretty tonight as well.
Well, good then. She thought to herself, tearing her eyes away from the pair. It's about time Potter got out of my hair and became someone else's problem.
She lifted her cup to her lips and frowned slightly, discovering that it was in fact empty. "Dammit," she muttered. Lily glanced back to the table where the punch bowl was set up. She had a feeling that if she stood and walked over, the Firewhiskey Sirius had undoubtedly dumped into the refreshment, would begin to take effect. She could feel the heat in her cheeks.
"Having fun?"
Lily nearly fell off her chair. "Merlin, Remus!" She clutched at her chest. "I didn't know you were behind me!"
Remus chuckled and leaned on his elbows on the high-top table that Lily was seated at. "Sorry. You seemed like you were off in your own world. I know how much of that punch you've had." He smirked knowingly at her. The same 'I can see right through your lies' look he used when younger students were caught out of bounds and trying to give him all sorts of excuses. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright, Lils."
"I'm fine," Lily said, her voice going an octave too high. She cleared her throat and told herself that the heat in her face was still completely Firewhiskey-related. "Sorry," she smiled at him. "I'm fine, Remus. Why wouldn't I be?"
Remus shrugged, taking a swig from his own glass. "Sitting here all alone, staring off into the distance with this frustrated look on your face like you can't figure out some sort of complicated Arithmancy equation. It's a party, Lily. Mingle."
She sighed, looking longingly down at her empty cup.
"...Lily?" Remus' deep voice sounded both amused and concerned.
"Sorry," she mumbled. "S'empty."
She heard him snort and knew without looking he was rolling his eyes. "Now that is a problem, isn't it?" He offered his arm to her and she took it. As she stood she was pleasantly surprised that she didn't get nearly as bad a headrush as she would have thought. She leaned on Remus' shoulder regardless as they crossed the room to the punch bowl.
A couple of second-year boys that had been congregating around the refreshment table froze when they saw the two prefects approaching.
"It's a party, lads. We're off duty," Remus said, chuckling. "However, I strongly suggest giving it a second thought before you set off those fireworks… We may not be handing out detention tonight, but that would certainly draw McGonagall's attention. And you wouldn't want to face the wrath of your classmates if the party got cut short and the whole house got detention, eh?"
A guilty expression passed over the younger boys' faces and they mumbled an apology as Remus held his hand out and they reluctantly forfeited the explosives.
Remus gave a smug smile as he watched the underclassmen run off, looking defeated and disappointed.
Lily laughed softly. "You're so good at that."
Remus chuckled and shook his head. "I've lived with James and Sirius going on six years. I can always tell when someone is planning to blow something up." He looked around for a moment. "Hey, Pete."
A few feet away, Peter paused his snogging Emmeline to acknowledge Remus. "Yeah, mate?"
Remus grinned. "Catch." He tossed the firecrackers to his friend, who caught them and gave him a questioning look. "Just don't let Sirius have them unless you clear it with me first, yeah? Or James either for that matter."
"Right. No explosives for Padfoot and Prongs; got it." Peter smirked. He excused himself from Emmeline and headed up to the dorm to hide them.
Lily watched as Remus busied himself with pouring her another drink. She hummed softly. "I'm surprised you're not over there watching Sirius' little show." She nodded to where Sirius and Marlene were still rocking out, adding ridiculous dance moves to their performance.
A strange look passed over Remus' face and he licked his lips as his eyes briefly locked on his boyfriend. Maybe it had been her imagination but she thought she saw him shudder. "Er…" Remus looked back down at the punch bowl. "I needed to get away for a moment, I suppose."
Lily frowned. "Are you two alright?"
"Yeah." It was Remus' voice crack that gave up his pretense this time. "Er… I mean... we are, really. I think I'm just… going through something personally, that's all. It's nothing he's done."
"Anything I could help with?" Lily asked, feeling truly concerned with just how anxious Remus had become so suddenly.
He shook his head. "I don't think so… I-I think it may be related to… y'know."
"Oh," Lily said softly, her eyes drifting to the window where the nearly full moon was shining bright in the night sky. Remus cleared his throat for her attention and handed her drink to her. She accepted it wordlessly.
"Can I ask you something?" Remus asked after a few moments, his eyes following her gaze which had at some point found Mary and James once again. They were no longer watching Marlene and Sirius, but talking quietly amongst themselves and standing too close to be considered casual. "Lils?"
Lily shook herself. "O-of course, Remus. Anything." She smiled.
"Does it bother you that James asked Mary to be his date?" There it was again, that bloody know-it-all-Lupin look. "Humor me, I need a distraction." His voice rumbled low in his chest as his eyes locked back on Sirius. He was dancing quite provocatively and was clearly doing it on purpose to get his boyfriend's attention. In the back of her mind, Lily wondered just how the boy managed to move at all in such tight jeans.
Remus took a deep breath and forced himself to look at Lily instead.
Lily sighed, perhaps it was the Firewhiskey she had consumed or maybe Remus just had some sort of psychic ability to force people to tell the truth…
"It does," she admitted quietly, looking down at the liquid in her cup.
"Why?" Remus asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know." It wasn't a lie. She really had no idea what was bothering her about the whole thing.
Remus took a moment to consider her answer. "Would you like me to ask him not to pursue it further?"
Lily choked on her punch. "What?" She coughed. "N-no. Why? Potter can date whoever he wants, obviously! It's not like I want to date him or anything."
Remus raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?"
"Of course, it isn't!" She insisted firmly. "Don't be ridiculous, Remus. Me and Potter? Could you imagine?" She laughed at the idiocy of it. "Besides, don't you think I've had plenty of opportunities to go out with him? If I wanted to, it would have happened already."
Remus nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Right. Of course." He shrugged. "I was only asking because-" He stopped short, his words catching in his throat and his eyes going wide.
Lily frowned and followed his line of sight. "What-? Oh…!"
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What is wrong with me?
Remus thought desperately as Sirius sauntered over to him, his sharp grey eyes fixed on him and a devilish smirk on his face. The song had changed, and Sirius sang along to one of his favorites. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy…
"I can dim the lights
And sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two-"
Normally Remus would find such a display completely embarrassing. Sirius was no stranger to dramatics obviously, but Remus usually had no problem either tuning them out or shooting them down, finding a guilty pleasure in the pout of disappointment he would draw from the other boy. But even as he told himself how ridiculously tacky Sirius' little game was, he found himself unable to move or even breathe as Sirius got closer.
"I can serenade and gently play
On your heartstrings
Be your Valentino just for you-"
Remus swallowed hard past the lump in his throat, heat prickling up his neck to his cheeks as Sirius pushed him, with very little effort, against the wall of the common room. Everyone was watching them. How could they not be?
"Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy
What're doing tonight hey oy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy-"
Remus could feel himself trembling, fighting to control the urge to flip their position and pin the other boy down as Sirius pressed against him, his to-bloody-perfect body moving to the music.
"Ooh let me feel your heartbeat
(Grow faster faster)
Ooh can you feel my love heat
Come on and sit on my hot seat of love-"
Every fiber in Remus' body vibrated with the need to pin Sirius down.
"Sirius," He growled softly, his hands moving to grip the boy's swaying hips with almost bruising pressure. "Enough."
Sirius looked up at him, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Why? You've been ignoring me for hours. Had to get your attention somehow, didn't I?" He was still moving along to Freddie Mercury's voice.
"Oh, you've got my attention," Remus muttered threateningly. His voice sounded distant and strange in his own head. It didn't seem to phase Sirius though. He pressed closer, his lips brushing against Remus' ear.
"You're loving it, Moons. Just let loose and enjoy yourself for once."
Remus looked around quickly. Everyone else seemed to have gone back to their own business. Marlene had managed to drag Lily off to dance with her, having lost her partner and unable to convince Dorcas to join. No longer in the spotlight, Remus grabbed Sirius' chin and kissed him roughly and with more force than he intended.
Control yourself. He thought firmly. But as if by its own accord his voice said: "Upstairs. Now."
Sirius pulled away slightly to grin victoriously up at Remus. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but it's hot." He grabbed Remus' wrist and pulled him eagerly towards the stairs and up to the dorm, closing the door behind them. No sooner had the door's lock clicked before Remus shoved Sirius against the wall.
Sirius gasped in surprise but it quickly turned to pleasure as Remus connected his lips to Sirius'. Sirius began to pull at the hem of Remus' shirt until Remus sharply nipped at his lower lip, grabbed both of his wrists with one hand, and pinned them above his head.
This was not unfamiliar to Sirius. With only three days until the full moon, he had come to expect a rougher and more… dominant… side of Remus. And even though he knew it made Remus a little uncomfortable to allow himself to behave in what he viewed as an 'animalistic manner', Sirius couldn't help but enjoy it.
A lot.
So much that he often taunted the werewolf until he could draw this side out of him. He figured it was good for Remus to give into those urges and that trying to hold back too much was probably not healthy. Sirius trusted Remus, and he wanted Remus to trust himself as well. He was human, after all. He wouldn't hurt him.
Remus had already pulled Sirius' black t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. The hand not securing the shorted boy's wrists raked down Sirius' chest, leaving vibrant red marks that Sirius would secretly be proud of.
"Don't know why you bloody do things like that…"
Sirius chuckled, melting into Remus' touch. "Because it makes you act like this…"
Remus growled softly against his ear. "You haven't the slightest idea what makes me act like this." I don't even know what's making me act like this… he thought anxiously. It was just an echo, deep in the back of his mind and barely even coherent through all the lustful fog and the raw, predatory instincts that he normally only felt as the wolf.
His hand dropped Sirius' wrists. Sirius smirked and wrapped his arms around Remus' neck. To Sirius, this was just normal kissing. He had no idea how little control Remus had at the moment and how hard he was fighting to regain even an ounce of it. He didn't understand that for the last couple of months, every time Rems pulled him into a deserted classroom or behind the greenhouses, it was because he literally couldn't resist. He needed to feel, touch, smell, and kiss Sirius in those moments or he felt he may actually die…
He probably should have told Sirius what was going on…
But he hadn't wanted to admit it. It felt too…inhuman.
He dragged Sirius over to his bed, not breaking the kiss until Sirius was laying down. His eyes hungrily took in the gorgeous sight that was Sirius Black.
Mark him. The low, snarling voice that Remus usually shoved into the deepest, darkest corner of his head demanded.
Remus crawled over Sirius' body, hovering above him and staring down into his lust-filled eyes. He leaned down and planted a kiss on Sirius' lips.
"I'm all yours…" Sirius mumbled into the kiss.
Something about what Sirius said pushed Remus over the edge. His eyes narrowed and he reached up, grabbing a fistful of Sirius' hair and pulling his head back, exposing his beautiful pale neck.
"Are you, now?" Remus growled, ducking his head to kiss up the column of the other boy's throat and… shit. He could literally smell Sirius' blood. It made him dizzy, almost drunk with desire…
Sirius smirked, his hands running up and down Remus' chest. "You know I am, Remus."
Do it. The voice filled Remus' head again and he desperately wanted to shake it off. He wanted to stop. This wasn't him.
But it is you.
He slid his free hand down Sirius' chest, reveling in the way his lover melted at his touch.
You want it.
"Remus…" Sirius breathed.
He's so willing.
Remus nipped softly at his neck, the scent of him was too strong and tempting…
Do it!
"Remus…?" Sirius' voice wavered a little as Remus' teeth grazed his skin again, a little sharper than usual.
Mark him. Make him yours!
The hand in Sirius' hair tightened and pulled his head back again and Remus growled before sinking his teeth into the creamy, white flesh.
His senses were in overload. His ears were ringing and his mind was completely blank. Everything around him seemed to have paused or was at least moving very slowly.
The coppery taste of blood brought everything crashing back to reality.