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Lemondrops	By : tomo Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 5203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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LEMONDROPS

Rating: M/NC-17

Summary: Everything stops when you whisper the safe word. MWPP and beyond.

Warning: Slash, Sex

A/N: More steam! (yay!) It’s been raining a lot lately and I’ve nothing to do at home, thus this chapter. Again, please review.

CHAPTER FOUR: Of Boxes and PACKing Tapes

“So, what do you need help for?” Remus asked as he stood on the doorway of Sirius’ room in the Potter residence, staring at heaps of clothes, books and parchments on the floor. Sirius looks up from his position, stands up and walks towards Remus until they were almost chest to chest. “Oh, nothing. Just needed you here to pack,” Sirius said coolly. Remus rolled his eyes and pushed past Sirius. “Where’s Prongs?” He asked as he settled himself near the pile of books. “Out with Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Some family business, I guess,” Sirius shrugged, “Anyway, they’d take the whole day, I’m sure. So we can…” Sirius wagged his eyebrows suggestively, successfully winning a deadly glare from Remus. “Don’t even think of it, Black.”

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It took them until the early afternoon to sort through most of Sirius’ things, which they have dumped in separate boxes, Sirius having forgotten to bring his trunks in his haste to run away from the madhouse that is Grimmauld place. Remus stood up, admiring their work, “Whew. Almost done.”

He then heard a crack, followed by a weird sound from behind him. He turned and saw Sirius, holding what seemed like a roll of long clear, plastic-like strip that stuck together really well. “What’s that?” Remus asked, watching Sirius move to one of the boxes and using that thing to seal the opened edges of the box top. “This, Monsier Moony,” Sirius said, raising the thing up for Remus to see, “is called a packing tape. Used to pack. You know, since we’re packing.” Remus groaned. One more mention of that word—pack—and he’s going to tear at something. And no, not Sirius’ clothes, he thought defensively.

“Why do you need that when we can spell it shut?” Remus asked, now off to sort through Sirius’ school stuff. “Because, Monsieur Moony, I like how thightly it binds and how aggressively you tear it off when you want what’s inside the box,” Sirius said while continuously closing his box of clothes. Remus could feel the heat creeping up his neck. He decided not to comment, fearing more suggestive reactions from Sirius. Something he didn’t need while at the Potters.

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They continued their works in silence until Remus feels Sirius behind him, uncomfortably close. “I’d really like to show you the various uses of packing tape, Moony,” Sirius whispered. That did it. Remus turned to shove Sirius off but was instead caught in surprise when Sirius tackled him to the floor. Remus glared at the grinning man above him. “Don’t even start,” Remus whispered forcefully. “Oh but, Moony, I really want you to see why I like this,” Sirius whispered, brandishing the tape (Remus refuses to even think of that word before it) in front of his face, the smell of adhesive reaching his nose. He tried to squirm away but Sirius was just too damn heavy.

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“I swear I’m gonna kill you,” Remus said angrily. Sirius shuddered. If a glare can kill, Sirius will surely be dancing with Merlin right now. But it can’t, so, Sirius grinned, proud of his work.

But Remus has his reasons for wanting to Avada Kedavra some mutt’s ass at this moment, he does. Because right now, Remus was on the floor, his clothes a safe distance away from him, his extremities tied in that tape. And not just any type of tying, otherwise Sirius wouldn’t be grinning above him like mad.

Remus’ legs are folded at the knees, a good amount of tape keeping his thigh and leg together, on each side. Meantime, his wrists are taped to each of his ankles and his hands are secured to his sides, successfully pulling his legs apart. Heat crept up his chest to his face, imagining how he must have looked like in Sirius’ eyes.

To make matters worse, Sirius stuck the end of one strip of tape just a few centimeters from the left edge of his opening, pulled it, and stuck the other end to his left buttock, then proceeding to do the same on the other side, keeping his butt cheeks apart. “There you go, better access,” Sirius murmured.

“Fuck you, Black. I swear to Merlin, when I get my hands on my wand, I’m going to hex you,” Remus said furiously. “Tsk, tsk. But, Moony, your hands aren’t going anywhere near your wand,” Sirius smirked, running a finger on the underside of Remus’ rapidly awakening shaft. Remus moaned unconsciously. “Or on anything, for that matter,” Sirius grinned. “Remove this thing! Now!” Remus shouted, unfazed. Sirius wagged a finger in front of him. “Wrong move, Moony,” Sirius said, getting another strip of tape and sticking it to Remus mouth, effectively silencing him. Remus glared at Sirius angrily.

“Now be a good,” Sirius murmured, lowering his head to Remus’ chest where he started playing with his nipples. Remus’ eyes snapped shut. Sirius then goes lower, stopping for a while to dip his tongue into Remus’ navel, until he reached Remus’ erection, red and already leaking. He proceeded to lick the head, causing Remus to clench and unclench his hands, wanting to hold onto anything but can’t.

Sirius then takes notice of Remus’ opening, twitching right in front of him. He turned lust-filled eyes to Remus’ face as he touched the opening with his thumb. “This is amazing. If you could just see it, Moony. It’s opening and closing like a mouth. Moony’s little mouth,” Sirius chuckled, his thumb, tracing the rim. He then bends down, runs his tongue across it and delves in. Remus arches his back, tears collecting in his eyes. “Mmph!” Too much.

After spending an ample amount of time playing with Remus’ hole and making sure it’s softened to his satisfaction, Sirius undid his pants and positioned himself, ready to enter, when…

“Padfoot!” James’ voice called from downstairs, “Oi! Sirius! Where the hell are you?!” followed by the sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs.

Remus eyes widened as they looked at Sirius, pure panic written across his face, his body frozen cold. Do something! I’ll kill you if you don’t, Remus thought.

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“Oi!” The door swung open, revealing James’ disheveled form, “Huh? Not here?” James steps in, noting the boxes in the room. He caught sight of the packing tape on the floor. He was just about to pick it up, curious as to what it is, when he heard the shower running. He walked to the bathroom door and knocked, “Oi, Padfoot, you in there?” “Y-yeah,” Sirius said, voice strained. “Well, we brought some pastries home. You might want some. And what of Remus? Thought he’s coming so I bought chocolate ones. Anyway, just head on to the kitchen.”

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They held their breaths until they heard the door click shut. Remus glared at Sirius, who remained immobile, mouth open, staring at the door. Irritation growing at the minute, Remus squirmed, managing to awkwardly ‘kick’ Sirius’ shin from his position on the bathroom floor. Sirius looks down, noting his wilting erection, as is Remus’, and groaned. “Fuckin’ bloody timing. Argh! Trust James to do just that.” Sirius looks at Remus’ form, still tied provocatively, and disappointedly mourns the loss of his arousal. He so wanted to hex James right now.

He then bends down and proceeds to remove the tape from Remus.

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“That was an awful long shower, mate,” James said, stuffing his face with a lemon tart, as he heard footsteps entering the kitchen. He looks up, almost choking on his food when he saw Sirius’ face.

“What’s up with the black eye?”

A/N: They weren’t even able to finish! James! Please review. :)
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