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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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"That Sirius Black is a right prat."
Lily dangled her legs onto the frozen earth from where she was sat on a large stone, just at the edge of the woods; at her side, Severus said nothing. He knew it was too soon to rejoice in such a thing: the fact that she spoke of it at all meant that it was on her mind, and he had a pretty good guess as to why she thought this. It wasn't because James Potter and his gaggle of idiots were arrogant, insufferable bullies.
It was little solace hat Potter, Black, and Lupin never made it to Hogsmeade that day and that he had Lily to himself— because at the moment she seemed more preoccupied with the lot of them than he'd seen her before. She'd never been nice toward James, and Severus took consolation in that; there was a small part of him that guiltily hoped there really was something scandalous between James and Sirius, so that James would stop fancying Lily.
However, it didn't seem that he'd come to fancy her any less: quite to the contrary, he probably did all that stuff specifically because it was something few females could resist, everyone knew that there was undeniable intrigue in seeing two boys together. And, Merlin knew, Potter certainly loved being seen, Severus curled his lip in disgust.
He gazed down at his own feet hanging idly over the edge, and sulked that his time alone with Lily still somehow made him feel like the odd man out; he wanted to tell her that there was nothing alluring about anything Potter and Black did together, but she was pretending there wasn't in a way that made it painfully obvious that there was.
He picked absently at a loose thread in his sleeve and slid it over the white tip of one finger; "Yeah, they're all prats," he said. He wished they'd thought it for the same reason.
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You think trite things when you're vulnerable.
When arousal overwhelms shame and you don't care, you don't care if it's graceless and grotesque and profane, there still remained a distant voice in Remus' mind on about how Padfoot was doing something terribly obscene, and that every day after that when he'd have to face Prongs, he'd be reminded that he'd gone down on him; but it became so difficult to listen, he'd succumbed to it entirely and thought it was love, that nothing else mattered and that he loved them both—
Sirius' large hands pressed tight against his behind, he held him in place while he lapped at his entrance; his breath came muffled, he got hard doing it, he'd leave stains of fluid on the covers with his hips pressed down like that—
James could see him from only inches away. It was so profoundly dirty, the way that even while he did it Sirius met James' eyes, and James almost stopped caring for a moment that it was Moony in his mouth, that got him hard, too—
"Padfoot, you slag," he grinned, the member just barely out past his lips, and it came with both ridicule and morbid fascination, and something that sounded a lot like respect; Sirius' laugh issued breathy, James felt his face go hot at how wet he was round the mouth.
Sirius watched James, waiting, asking for permission without actual words; up until the recent weeks, even despite the contest between them James knew that anyone Sirius had snogged— anyone he’d touched, anyone he’d played with— he’d done so only because James had never bestowed on him the opportunity to be with him.
Sirius wanted to kiss him— but he knew his place.
James had barely finished uttering his name before Sirius was dutifully at his side, allowing him to slide one digit against his mouth; James' brow furrowed, like he were deeply introspective while he pried Sirius' lips open.
"There's something I want you to do, Pads," James said, and Sirius exhaled impatiently; "Anything," he muttered, eager with something like primal instinct to have at him. He tilted his head to kiss James' hand, his fingers and his palm.
When he’d caught Prongs’ eyes, he paused where he’d been feverishly nipping at the long digits, aware he appeared somehow troubled; James pursed his lips, Remus saw him lean close to Sirius and then whisper something just at his ear, which he, Remus, could not make out.
Sirius paused at that; he regarded James wordlessly, the smile in his eyes appeared to fade.
"Of course," he quietly said.
After that, James' hand came on the place where Sirius’ collar met its leash, he tugged him up fervently and seized his mouth with restless hunger, and murmured voiceless promises and swears.
Sirius visibly reveled in every small touch, every gesture of kindness, like it would be the last— he kissed James like he were famished, and continued to have at him until he was asked explicitly to stop.
After that, without a word he returned his attention to Remus, he stroked his thighs expertly and winked, and Remus didn’t get a chance to ask about whether he was all right before he was lapping at him again; Merlin, it was brilliant.
He’d got his tongue in him, far as it would go until he was lapping at him from the inside, he was loud and profane about it, deliberately obscene; he barely pulled away before James seized his lips again, voice low and strained with desperation, he thought anything off Sirius tasted so nice—
When Sirius withdrew after that to return to his ministrations, James tilted his head down toward Remus, he had one hand on Remus' cock and was stroking him without shame; Sirius, who already had his tongue partway in past the entrance, drew away reluctantly, the fluid still glistened from his mouth to the opening when James kissed him again, his eyes fluttered shut with frustration and hunger.
Somewhere inside, Remus felt immensely vulnerable and uneasy, light years away in terms of maturity and like he decidedly didn't fit in; the fact that James was also new to this sort of thing with blokes didn't make him feel better. He wondered how it was that even when they both were having at him, it still felt like they were there with each other.
But it felt so good, he was so overwhelmed with sensation, when they went back to touching him it became difficult to focus on anything else; he was only vaguely aware at the back of his mind that he didn't belong.
After Sirius withdrew Remus watched him reach for his wand, Sirius murmured a silent spell and went on to conjure a clear, glistening fluid that appeared just at his fingertips; after that Sirius returned his attention to Remus, the digits felt warm when he proceeded to slide them just outside the small entrance.
Ah, there was Moony, his voice came sharp and distinct as in warning; with only one fingertip barely inside, Sirius turned to kiss his thigh and whispered, "Shh, there's a lad…"
Remus didn't really calm down. What they did to him before, that was brilliant; this, on the other hand, felt decidedly uncomfortable and invasive, and brought him back to awareness at once.
"Just with my tongue, then?" Sirius asked, his voice issued gentle and compassionate, the way you'd talk to a child; "All right."
Remus didn't reply; he'd calmed down a little when he felt Sirius' tongue on him again, it felt much nicer than with his finger. In truth, he wanted to tell them to stop and to leave him alone— but it really felt so nice, and he realized brokenly that he couldn't tell Sirius to leave even if he’d wanted to.
How could someone who touched you so attentively, so expertly that it felt like he was taking care of you— like he loved you— how could he make you feel so profoundly wretched inside…?
Now that he loved in earnest, Remus found himself wishing he never had come to know what it was to love at all.
It's a daft thing, he thought, to believe you've fallen in love just because someone's sucked your cock.
Sirius switched girlfriends— and boyfriends— the way he switched socks, everyone at school knew that; Remus wondered how many people fell for him the way he did, just because he was so good with his tongue.
But, all the while, he didn't ask him to stop; disgusted as he felt with himself, he wanted him to stay and touch him even more, even if Sirius gazed at James all throughout, in the adoring sort of way that a loyal hound regarded his master— even if Sirius would always be closer to James than to him.
It was a bitter anguish he'd not known before.
"You can do it," he murmured weakly; "you can do it with your finger if you want—"
Sirius and James both were taken off guard when he spoke, they turned to face him, one after the next; then, they regarded each other again and James nodded to Sirius.
“Shouldn’t have gone about it like that,” he said, “it was too much.”
Remus shook his head, "No, I… what bloke doesn't want…"
But Remus wasn’t the one giving instructions.
James’ expression appeared unreadable when he said to Sirius, “Thought I told you not to be a cock.” He leaned against the wall after that and absently wiped at his mouth with the back of one hand.
"Kiss him, Pads."
Remus felt decidedly uneasy; he forced a smile, more embarrassed that they felt they had to stop on his account than he'd ever been when they touched him in the first place. "Nothing's wrong, honest," he insisted, "I said you could do it with your finger if you wanted, I know what blokes do together, it's all right—"
But already Sirius had got up from where he’d been lying on the mattress, and Remus found himself following suit, he felt sheepish that his reluctance was given such scrutiny; James regarded him kindly, there he was amicably ruffling his hair, asking if he was all right, reminding him that they’d known each other for years and that he could tell that something was up.
Remus forced a chuckle; he bent his knees and slid his arms around them, Sirius was reaching for his cigarettes when James nodded conclusively.
"Take him out on a proper date, Padfoot," he said.
Remus shot him a stare before even realizing he'd done so; his face went entirely hot.
"Oi—" he sputtered, "wait, I never—"
Sirius’ expression lingered on James for some seconds more, but then he turned dutifully toward Remus; he smiled lightheartedly, like it were the easiest thing in the world, and got one arm around him.
"Moony," he said, he leaned deliberately close so that he was speaking just at his ear; "Mister Prongs has brought to my attention that I'm to take a bloke out on a proper date before licking his arse."
He snickered; Remus raised his head up from his crossed arms and stared at Sirius with an incredulous smile.
He watched while Padfoot went on after that to light his cigarette and take a long draw. "Ergo…" Sirius said while stretching his legs elegantly; "I'm asking you out on a proper date."
"Brilliant," Remus replied, now certain he was being ridiculed; "Classy, you ask everyone out with that line?"
James managed to appear expertly unbothered; "He’s not having a laugh, are you, Pads?"
At that, finally Sirius' smile vanished; "No," he said, "sorry— I really meant it. The date bit."
"Moony," James said while taking the cigarette from Sirius' hand; "this is where you say yes."

(On to Chapter 9)
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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