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Looting and Pillaging	By : smurff Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 3790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Maraud and embezzle and always we loot! Drink up me maties, yo ho!"

Remus tried to contain his laughter at James' horrific rendition of "A Goblin's Life for Me" but was unable. His hazy mind tried to place the blame for his lost inhibitions. Perhaps his seventh glass of firewisky? More likely his thirteenth.

He tilted dangerously far back in his chair as he hooted with laughter. At least he wasn’t alone; all the Marauders were losing it. James and Sirius had dubbed the song their official anthem, as it rambled on about marauding, back in sixth year.

Had Remus been of sound mind, he would have been embarrassed that their group was the center of attention in the pub. As it was, he joined in the song.

OOOoooOOO

Sirius propped him up as the four friends stumbled out of the pub. As soon as the door opened and Remus felt the cold blast of air hit his face, he found it easier to think. He’d always suspected that the smoke and overall dank aroma of pubs was meant to further intoxicate you. He held tightly on to Sirius’ shoulder as they made their way down the street. He’d never understood Sirius when they drank. He never appeared anything less than sober – never tripping or vomiting or passing out – but he would get himself into the strangest situations. One memorable morning, Remus had found him buck naked in the middle of the common room, spooning his pants very lovingly.

“Sirius,” he started, not entirely knowing what he wanted to say.

“Yes?” Sirius turned to look at him, and their faces were mere inches apart.

Remus burst out laughing, spraying a decent amount of spittle directly into his friend’s face. He ducked his head into the crevice of Sirius’ shoulder and lost it. Perhaps the cool air hadn’t been quite as sobering as he’d thought.

“Charming fella you are, eh?” Sirius laughed, wiping his cheek clean. They had stopped in the middle of the street and James and Peter were looking back at them.

“You go on,” Sirius yelled, “I’ll take him back to mine.”

It was common practice for Remus to kip at Sirius’ place after a night out. The three other Marauders lived quite close to the downtown, an area unquestionably out of Remus’ price range. It was either walk, floo, or take Sirius’ spare bedroom. He usually left before Sirius woke up in the morning anyway, in an attempt to not overstay his welcome.

When Remus had come out to his friends last year, he’d been worried that the open offer of a couch would end. While they had all said they didn’t mind, and had even helped him scope out men, he didn’t know where Sirius stood on the matter, personally. He wasn’t the notorious womanizer many of their classmates seemed to have him pegged as, but he still saw his fair share of women. James and Peter – well, James, and where James went, Peter would follow – had always seemed slightly more open minded than Sirius. He supposed it might be remnants of growing up with pureblood bastards, something he would never let on to Sirius, lest he be murdered in his sleep.

However, much to Remus’ surprise and relief, nothing had changed. As far as he knew, Sirius didn’t think of him any differently than he had before.

At this thought, he smiled widely at Sirius.

Sirius smiled back, apparently accepting his pissed friend’s expression at face value.

“Come on Moony,” he said, slapping his shoulder, “let’s get home.”

The trip home was gloriously short and uneventful. Remus only once had to redirect Sirius from taking a jaunt into another pub along the way. His explanation of, “Siri, I’m much too sloshed” had earned him a laugh and an arm around his shoulders.

When finally, they managed to get the wards down long enough to get into Sirius’ flat, they both collapsed on the floor of the living room. While Remus leaned his head comfortably against the sofa, Sirius managed to pick himself up and head to the liquor cabinet. Remus snorted. Sirius must have been the only twenty-two year old alive to have a liquor cabinet. Made of mahogany and crystal.

“What do you want?” He held whisky in one hand and vodka in the other.

“Probably best to stick with whisky, eh?” Remus started to push himself up in the direction of the kitchen to retrieve some glasses.

“Sit, sit. We don’t need glasses. I don’t have dragonpox, I promise.” He took a large swig of the liquid and winced as he swallowed, then passed it, sitting on the floor beside Remus.

There was silence for a moment as they passed the bottle back and forth, before depositing it on the coffee table.

“So. Engaged.” Remus broke the silence with the news they’d learned earlier that evening.

Sirius shuddered. “Prongs is going to be… I mean, we should’ve seen it coming, right? He’s been head over heels since first year.”

“We did see it coming,” Remus laughed, “like two months ago when he showed us the ring.”

“ Yeah, I just…” he paused. “It’s just strange that I don’t even have a girlfriend and Prongs is going to have a wife.” He said the last word strangely, frowning and lowering his eyes to the ground.

Remus frowned bemusedly. “You’re worried about that? What about Clarrisa?”

“No,” Sirius looked up quickly, shaking his head, “I’m not worried. It’s just strange. And I only saw Clarrisa a couple times.”

“Oh.”

Silence fell for a moment.

“At least you can get married eventually.” Remus hadn’t quite meant to say it. He usually avoided mentioning his orientation directly, and to voice such a pessimistic thought was unlike him.

Sirius looked at him in surprise for a second before he pulled his face in apology. “Sorry, I completely forget sometimes. And you never know, the laws might change.” He attempted a smile but didn’t manage.

Remus snorted. “Right. Maybe.”

It was silent again and Remus regretted bringing it up. He could feel the second wave of whisky hitting him hard, making his head spin.

“I think I need to sleep,” he managed, turning to grab the sofa, and trying to pull himself up onto it. As he shifted, so did the world, and he crashed sideways into Sirius, who was quite unprepared for the attack. Sirius managed to catch himself from being pushed over with one arm splayed out beside him. This left Remus in the rather uncomfortable (or so he would have judged with a clearer mind) position of straddling one of his friend’s thighs, arms caught around the other man’s shoulders.

This close, Remus could smell him. He smelled of man: of spice, alcohol, and sweat. He swallowed hard and looked into the other’s eyes. They were fixed on him, with an indecipherable expression.

Just as he was forming the apology in his mind, Sirius shifted, bringing their heads to equal height. Thoughts of apology dissolved into questions. Or rather, questioning feelings, as no coherent thoughts were currently stirring in his mind. Neither made a move while they looked at each other.

Remus thought Sirius might have moved first, but he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, they were closing in on each other and he knew without a doubt that they would kiss. He did nothing to stop it.

Within moments, their lips met. At first, it was a tentative, almost chaste touch of closed lips. They pulled apart but Remus kept his eyes closed, not wanting to know the sight that awaited him. After kissing his straight best friend, how could it be anything but disgust?

The next moment, however, they were kissing again. And this time, chaste was not a word Remus would choose to describe it. Open mouths met and Remus sucked greedily on Sirius’ lower lip. He pulled back for a moment to catch his breath and moved in again. He felt their tongues slide together for the first time and moaned loudly. All his mind could comprehend was the delicious wet warmth and a growing heat in his groin. He shifted up in Sirius’ lap, never detaching their mouths. Sirius grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. His hands moved to Remus’ hair and held onto his head hard.

When Sirius shifted, trying to get up closer to Remus, his leg moved between Remus’ legs and brushed his growing erection. The werewolf gasped and his hands clenched on Sirius’ neck. Without so much as a pause, the other man flipped them around so Remus’ back was against the couch, head leaned back, with Sirius over him.

Breaking from their kiss, Sirius quickly shucked his own shirt, before encouraging Remus to do the same, anxiously pulling at the worn cotton. With that accomplished, both sets of hands immediately started working on their trousers.

When they were both naked, Sirius straddled Remus once again and brought their lips together in a deep, wet kiss. Hands gropped over uncharted yet familiar territory. Remus felt his hands sliding over scars from various transformations and realized that this was the first time he was allowing a sexual partner to see him naked, in full light. He was normally much too self-conscious about his scars and had never been with a person who knew his secret. He felt incredibly liberated as Sirius bent to kiss his bite scar. The one on his neck that he hadn’t even shown the Marauders until second year.

He didn’t allow his brain to continue on that train of thought and realize exactly who was naked on top of him. It was an easy venture, as most of his blood was otherwise situated.

Remus looked down between their bodies and what he saw made his cock twitch. He’d seen Sirius naked before, but never aroused. And he’d known that he had developed a very nice body in the past few years, but it had never sat on top of him before. His gaze moved down from a defined collarbone, appreciable pecs and, Remus reached to touch them to make sure, an outlined six pack. Below, their hard cocks bounced between their stomachs and each other.

Remus’ hand gave his brain very little notice before moving between them and cupping both their cocks together in one hand. Sirius halted his kissing at the touch and looked down to the point of contact. When he looked back up into Remus’ eyes, his pupils were dilated.

“Merlin, you’re sexy,” he breathed before dragging his head back into a kiss. With his other hand, he helped cup their cocks, and they tried to set a rhythm of stroking. Though they were drunk and they couldn’t quite keep up with each other, it wasn’t long before they were both bucking into their hands and they had to break away from the kiss to breathe.

With none of the usual warning signs, Remus suddenly felt his body erupt in blinding white heat as he came. His back arched and his head was thrown back into the cushion of the couch. As the heat and tingling receded, he sat back up to see Sirius stroking himself at a frantic pace and watching him closely. Sirius stroked a hand down Remus’ tight stomach, then up to his neck. His touch was exploratory and appreciative, though slightly shaky, and Remus could tell he was close.

For reasons Remus couldn’t explain, he held his cum covered hand up to Sirius, praying he would understand and follow his suggestion. To his amazement, Sirius did as he’d hoped and grabbed the hand. He licked across the pads of his fingers, which had just been jerking them off, then his tongue travelled to the knuckles where drops of semen lay. Without a second, he licked them off and moaned, taking two fingers into his mouth in a parody of a blowjob.

The action was more than Remus could have hoped for and his spent cock twitched enthusiastically.

Pulling his hand away from the other’s mouth, he knocked away the hand that was jerking Sirius off and continued the job himself. The cock was rock hard under the hand and he was sure he would be just moments away. He grabbed Sirius’ hair with his other hand and dragged him down for a desperate kiss. Along with the taste that he now identified as ‘Sirius’, he could taste his own cum. His cock gave another twitch at the erotic combination.

Just then, Sirius’ cock gave another twitch and he came. Sirius reflexively sat straight up on his knees, towering over Remus as they kissed. Remus bent his head back to keep up, and felt warm cum splatter on his stomach and chest with every twitch of the man’s cock.

They continued kissing as Remus stroked him, gently milking the last of his cum. When he was flaccid, Sirius sat back on his heels and gently kissed Remus. His eyes looked bleary, as though he was already half asleep. Remus could honestly say he felt the same, with the amount of alcohol floating through his system in his post-sex haze.

“Sleep now,” Sirius said, and slowly leant over until he was laying on the floor next to the couch, using his arms as a pillow. Remus followed suit without question.
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