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Naked on your Chain	By : flagfish Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 6160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was a pretty big deal, what Remus was doing; he'd not even come close to doing something like that with a woman, and if you'd asked him, he'd never in a million years tell you he'd expected to do it with a bloke. It was strange, he had Sirius so close he could taste him on his tongue, and feel the human flesh of his thigh and his hip in his hand, parts of him he'd never thought he'd know from close up; he didn't know what he thought of it.
He became aware of a painful longing inside him, a possessive sort of anguish, and felt himself juvenile and inexperienced; he'd never actually desired to learn to do things with other boys, but now that he was at it he found he was embarrassed by how little he knew— and only because it was Sirius.
He didn't want to be inexperienced in front of him; he found himself surprised by how much what Sirius thought suddenly mattered.
"Look at him go," James murmured, and it didn't come entirely in ridicule; there was a note to his voice that Remus realized was intrigue, he stopped just long enough to tell him to shut up. He didn't like being watched, but it wasn't so bad if it was just Sirius and James: they'd seen him at his most wretched hour, after all, the times his painful transformation occurred. When he thought back to something like that, all this seemed trivial in comparison.
"Like this," James said, his hand came warm on his, steady and gentle while he showed him how to slide it and angle his wrist; "It feels better for him this way. No. Not like that; watch."
Sirius, for one, was having a brilliant time; far from embarrassed, he watched them intently, lips parted and eyes glittering. He was no longer giving feedback about whether or not it was good and merely gazed with vast anticipation, frustrated at the time between when Moony stopped and Prongs had to show him what to do.
Remus felt a bit irritated that James made him stop and had to show him, but he realized he had to be patient, so he moved his hand away and watched; it never stopped feeling strange. Sirius was very wet by then, the fluid glistened clear over the tip and in wet rivulets between James' long fingers, and, for a moment, Remus thought it really did look very nice.
He watched James take him into his mouth with his hand lower down, and when he withdrew entirely, his hand twisted upward and over the tip before he took him in his mouth again; apparently, he knew what he was doing, because Sirius gave a small, desperate cry, and he muttered impulsively, "Yes, do that—"
"All right, let me do it," Remus said impatiently, he'd got a little annoyed that he had to be shown.
He could tell James was reluctant to stop, but he went rapidly back to acting the ever-confident leader and guide, prepared to hand Sirius over; he was gentle on pulling away, the member still glittered wet while he lapped the fluid from the tip, transparent streamlets lingered just at the end of his tongue and finally broke. Remus wondered when exactly it went from being strange to being something that got him hard.
He didn't mind that Sirius felt wet, and he didn't mind that he'd got wet because of James. There came inside him a curious hunger, he took the member in his hand even before James completely moved off; it was slick and messy and he didn't hold back this time, his hand went tight around it and he moved the way that James had done before, while taking him in his mouth.
"Fuck—"
Sirius' voice came breathy and hoarse, and Remus felt a thrill of triumph; he liked it, that made him want to do it more—
He felt his long fingers come in his hair, a little strained but still light and careful, Sirius sounded vulnerable and impatient while he whispered, Faster—
And even while Remus' lips hurt from the pressure of his own teeth, even while his hand went entirely slick and there came wet, profane sounds clearly audible, he went faster, and tried not to think of how it must look.
James' expression all the while went unreadable; there was envy, there was odd fascination, there was the conflicting desire to help his good friend— versus his own distinct sense that his best mate was slipping out from his grasp. He had never wanted to learn to touch blokes, either, but when it became evident that Remus was quite good straight off the bat, he realized with a sense of confusion that he may have been outdone.
No matter, he thought, be happy for Moony; he wanted to learn this and he's doing so well...
But it hurt even so, and he wasn't sure why; it wouldn't have hurt if it were Padfoot with some bint, or some other boy, other than the usual concern that he'd beat James in their competition— but watching this unfold had him humbled and pained in the most curious way—
Humbled was something James only ever saved for Sirius.
He's really gonna get him off, he thought, and he realized he had to be nice about it.
And also, there was something else: for a guy as spectacularly self-absorbed as James Potter, he'd come extraordinarily to see that here was something Moony really wanted. It was disturbing and touching and far more profound than he'd suspected before, and he wondered how long it had been this way, and how it came to be that he'd missed something so important about one of his closest friends.
But that was Moony, wasn't it? He kept things quiet, and you didn't know. The werewolf bit was perhaps the most elaborate instance of that.
Did Moony fancy Padfoot, he wondered, but he couldn't; Moony had said, himself, that he'd only fancied women. But all the while Prongs was aware that he had only fancied women as well.
Strange, wasn't it— strange how watching Moony do it now had got him hard. Maybe boys could get you hot even if you knew you liked women.
It was messy and profane now, Remus' long fingers moved fast and slick, his fringe swayed softly, his eyes shut; Sirius was propped by one arm with his other hand still in Remus' hair, he whispered expletives and stifled words and parts of words, and told him yes and that's good and don't stop—
His perfect, flat abdomen was entirely tense, his hair ruffled and head titled a little bit forth, the leash from his neck snaked down in a dark line cross the white of his chest to the mattress below.
He was at his most beautiful then, and James felt compelled as on impulse to kiss him, but he forced himself back; there was a tender twist in his heart that was pain. It never had mattered whom he or Padfoot had snogged or whom they had fancied, because at the end of the day it had always been Padfoot and Prongs; Padfoot was his, and what was the big deal, anyway, hadn't Sirius snogged a sizeable fraction of the student body already, and wasn't friendship something entirely separate from that—
But all the while he felt great affection for Remus, particularly because he was timid and modest, and he'd approached James on the matter with innocent trust; it wasn't easy for Moony, he knew, to bring up something so intimate. At the end of the day, James cared for his three closest friends as though they were family.
It was Sirius, though, who kissed him when he finally came; he leaned close and got one arm round James' back and drew him close, and James found himself kissing back with just as much fervor before he deliberately drew away. Sirius' hand had gone tight in Remus' hair, but Remus didn't mind; he was too stunned by the taste of him, by the hot pulse of fluid at the back of his throat— and his tongue, and his lips, it glistened wet along his fingers and from there farther down—
"No, kiss Moony," James said; Sirius hung his head forth with visible exhaustion, his black hair swayed in a shimmering veil that James gently brushed back. He turned toward Remus and tilted his chin up a bit, he murmured, "Bloody hell," and reached with one finger to clean the thin stream of liquid that glittered out the corner of his mouth.
Remus' lips had gone red and raw with exertion, his mouth and his chin were entirely wet; James patted his back and prompted him toward Sirius, whose breath still was fast after climax and who laughed knowingly, tiredly, and pulled Remus close by the wrist.
He raised his eyebrows as in appreciation, both his hands came in Remus' hair while he brushed the strands back; "Let me look at you," he grinned, and Remus gazed back with a mixture of amusement and unease, suddenly shy but not unhappy.
Sirius smirked. "He's so dirty, Prongs," he said; "When did our Moony get so dirty?"
"Fuck off," Remus chuckled, aware he was messy but also that Sirius liked what he'd done.
"I don't know," James replied; he watched while Sirius kissed Remus, his voice came laden with both tenderness and pain, and also with unmistakable arousal. "Do you reckon it's our bad influence?"
"It's definitely our bad influence," Sirius said; he held Remus' head with both hands while he reached to lap the fluid from his face. Remus gasped silently, his hands hovered partway to Sirius' wrists, but he didn't pry them off. He'd never felt someone do something like this.
"That was brilliant, Moony," Sirius said encouragingly while he kissed him; "you're a natural fairy."
Remus let out a cry of surprise, then another fuck off, and Sirius pointed at James; "not as much as you, though."
"Why, what's Prongs done?" Remus asked, and James rolled his eyes with a groan; "Don't tell him…"
"No, I want to know," Remus insisted, because here was something undoubtedly interesting.
"You want to know," Sirius repeated; it was exactly like all the times Padfoot and Prongs had come up with some devious scheme, and, even with the prominent P glimmering at the front of his robes, Moony had insisted he wanted to know.
"Yeah, all right," James said; "Moony, you sure?"
As with all their devious schemes, Remus felt a little afraid, but also vastly curious and intrigued to know what they'd come up with that time; "Yeah, tell me already," he said.
Sirius grinned, he scooted back on the bed, and even now after climax that he was messy and spent, there still was elegant grace to him that was distinctly Black; he bent one leg over the side of the mattress and reached to where his robe lay in a pile on the floor. He rummaged a bit through the inside before fishing out his wand and then sat back up on the bed.
"Now, Moony," he said, with the same glint in his eye that came before every devious scheme; "this truly is for the brave of heart."
Remus raised an eyebrow; James laughed.
"Come to think of it, you know—" Sirius said, and he edged toward James; "why am I the only one without clothes on, not like we don't see Moony naked every month at the Shack, not like you've not seen each other without clothes on—"
He already was pulling off James' school vest, and James was helping along, nodding at what sounded like sound deduction of reason; he had no qualms about being naked, even with everyone at the quidditch pitch watching.
Remus began to protest; it was true that they'd all seen each other, but not under this amount of scrutiny. He'd not spent the past five years comparing and contrasting sizes the way the other two had, or having a wank together whilst staring at the same lewd magazine.
"Come off it, Moony," Sirius chuckled, and again it was exactly like the times he'd expressed qualms about some mischievous plan they'd come up with, that was certain to get all four of them expelled; "You in or not?"
"I'm…in..." Remus offered reluctantly.
James appeared pleased; "There's a lad," he said, his glasses slid askew off his nose while he pulled off his vest.
In truth, the others had seen Remus disrobed many more times than he had seen them, considering all the mornings after his transformation; on those days, he would arise stark naked and in a great deal of pain, he would find himself curled uncomfortably on the creaking old mattress against the still-sleeping figure of the large, scruffy dog.
Their clothes came off in a disheveled pile and Sirius settled down with the wand in his hands, he twirled it proficiently while he spoke.
"How should we do it then?" he asked.
Remus thought it really didn't feel all that odd; as with all the ridiculous schemes he'd found himself agreeing to in the past, it felt good to be included along. "What are we doing?" he asked impatiently.
"Hold your horses," came the reply. Sirius turned to James, "Doesn't seem fair to have me do it to you again, does it?"
James smiled defiantly; here was a challenge.
"Absolutely not," he replied with his most charming grin.
"What do you say, Prongs? Wanna do it to me, pretend I was Evans?"
James smirked, he leaned back against the wall, absolutely unbothered by the fact that he was completely disrobed; "If we're gonna teach Moony, it ought to be you."
Sirius considered, still not entirely convinced; he made a motion toward the pack of cigarettes still at the end table, but stopped himself when he remembered that the smoke bothered Remus. They also ought to teach him to smoke, at least once.
"Reckon we should do it to Moony?"
"Do what to me?" Remus asked with growing restlessness, aware that he'd already agreed and unsure if he liked where this was headed; he was sure there were loads of dirty things Prongs would have liked to do with Evans.
"Right, let's do it to Moony," Sirius said conclusively, he got one hand on Remus' knee; "Don't worry, you'll be all right."
"Wait—" Remus said, "didn't you say it was only for the brave of heart?"
James pulled himself away from where he'd been leaning against the wall; "That's right," he flashed his thousand-Watt smile. "And you're brave of heart, aren't you?"
It was exactly the way they'd reeled him into all their crazy plans.
Remus regarded them suspiciously, his eyes moved from one to the other and back.
"Y…yeah…" he murmured.
"Good man."
(On to Chapter 7)
A/N: I would love to find someone interested in roleplaying these guys (if this is still on here then I'm still looking, haha!) By far my favorite pairing is James/Sirius, but I could do Sirius/Remus as well; I'm aware that Sirius/Remus is a much more popular pairing, and for years I've had a very hard time finding anyone interested in RPing James/Sirius— so I'd love you if you felt like trying it out! ^^ I don't mind at all if you haven't RPd these guys before, if English isn't your first language, if you're a little shy, or if you're new to this fandom or to RPing; I just like writing with someone else who's passionate about the same stuff =) If you feel like giving it a go, then please reach me through the contact info on my profile. Thank you! ^^
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