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Title:
Make Do

Rating: NC-17

Summary: While Remus is away doing business for
the Order, Sirius decides to cook dinner and make the night a special one.
Things don�t go exactly as planned, but after everything goes wrong, one thing
goes perfect. (One-shot)

Pairing: Remus/Sirius

Author�s Notes:Written for Lindarielle, for the
Wolfstar One-shot Exchange. Her requirements were: Post-Azkaban smut-fluff,
cooking, Muggle music and naughty!Remus. Thanks to Lydz for beta-reading!

As soon as the door closed, Sirius�s
legs set in immediate motion, tangling on the rug beneath his feet for a moment
before taking him to the kitchen at full speed. Eight o�clock. Remus said he
would be out for a couple of hours.

Sirius raided the cupboards in search of
anything that would spur his chef imagination into action. He had more than
enough time to do everything he had planned. First, prepare the most delicious
dinner Remus had ever had. Then, get a shower and dress himself as charmingly as
Remus had ever seen him. And finally, but most importantly, prepare himself for
an unforgettable night of the rawest passion Remus had ever experienced,
definitely-- probably-- hopefully? Faceless men smirked at him from his own
mind. Twelve years is a long time.

Ah, but now they were together again,
and had plenty of time ahead of them to pick up where they left off all those
years ago. Besides, Sirius knew Remus was incapable of resisting a good pink
salmon with lemon and hazelnut cream. Oh, yes.... He could already see Remus�
eyes sparkling as the fish is served on his plate, that pink tongue peeking out
to moisten his lips.... Just like that one and only time they went out to a
fancy restaurant to celebrate James and Lily�s wedding and Remus had salmon with
hazelnuts. The sex afterwards had been great. Everyone knows hazelnuts are
natural aphrodisiacs, Sirius told himself.

If only he could find a salmon
somewhere...

An exhaustive inspection of the fridge
rendered three pieces of raw chicken, half a carton of milk, no bottles of cold
water, some plums, too many potatoes, hard bread, moulded cheese and a packet of
flour. Not much to work with. How the hell was Sirius supposed to make pink
salmon with lemon and hazelnut cream without salmon, lemon or hazelnuts? And why
did Remus keep the flour in the fridge?

Oh well. Chicken it was, then. Not
exactly the most aphrodisiac of meals, but there wasn�t much he could do with
hard bread and moulded cheese. He took out a roasting pan from one of the lower
cupboards of the pantry and set it on the stove to look at it more closely. The
three pieces of chicken would fit perfectly in it, and there would still be room
enough left for some potatoes.

First, he washed his hands on the sink �
not very thoroughly, but the heat of the oven would kill any remaining germs he
could pass on to the food. Now, for the chicken. Should he skin it? After
pondering it for a few seconds, he decided the skin would give roasted chicken a
delicious gold colour. Gold as Remus� eyes.... Okay, maybe they weren�t exactly
gold. More like yellowish-brown. Not the sexiest colour in the world, true, but
they were Remus� eyes and for Sirius that made them more beautiful than the
stars.

Soon, the chicken was covered in every
herb and seasoning Remus kept in the kitchen, adorning the centre of the
roasting pan and surrounded by unevenly chopped potatoes. Ah, a work of art!
Into the oven now...that�s it. Now all he had to do was wait.

He wished he could make a sauce, though.
�Just� chicken and potatoes wasn�t fancy enough. He wanted to impress Remus,
right? But Sirius could not conjure up the ingredients for a sauce if he didn�t
know exactly where they were.

He opened the fridge once again and
stared at the half-empty�or half-full, really�carton of milk. The carton of milk
did not stare back, of course. Milk and flour was enough to make a sauce,
but.... His gaze roamed aimlessly along the fridge shelves as his brain raced to
come up with the tiniest spark of an idea that he could quickly kindle into a
brilliant flame, a smart improvisation that would result into the most
delicious--

Plums! That was it, plums!

"Oh, Sirius, you are obviously the cleverest man here..."

Sirius grinned to himself. Nah, he
wasn�t mad. Lots of people talked to themselves, everyone knows that. He was
alone in the house, anyway, so no one would ever know.

Now, how does one go about making plum
sauce? Should he use only the juice, or add the pulp as well? But, being the
cleverest man there, it didn�t take Sirius long to realise that he could use
only the juice, and save the pulp in case the sauce didn�t get thick enough
after letting it simmer for a while.

He lit a burner and put a saucepan over
it, humming a song he hadn�t listened to in years. He wasn�t sure what technique
to use to squeeze the juice out of the plums, but magic existed for a reason,
right? He only hoped he wouldn�t make a mess with his new wand. Remus had bought
it for him, but dragon�s heartstring was apparently not suited for Sirius, and
he had decided to use it only the minimum necessary after the, ahem, bathroom
incident. It had taken him three long hours to clean up that mess.

Ah, no need to think of that when
cooking. What he needed to concentrate on right now was casting the spell
properly. Floating the plums over the sauce pan was fairly easy. So far, so
good. Now, which squeezing spell would be the best for this occasion?

"Interstringo juice!"

A single drop of deeply coloured fluid
appeared on the surface of one plum, slid down the skin of the fruit and dived
into the saucepan with fascinating grace. Now all Sirius had to do was cast the
spell a thousand times again and maybe then he�d have enough--

His whiny thoughts were interrupted by a
gush of juice spurting from the fruits and splashing onto the awaiting saucepan,
leaving the stove covered in wine-red spots. In a few minutes the liquid was
bubbling over the fire, releasing a sweet smell that filled the kitchen.

Some salt and pepper...perfect. Only the
sauce wasn�t getting any thicker. Sirius looked at the squeezed plums � they
were as dry as raisins, so no hope of getting any fresh pulp out of them. Damn.

Would flour thicken the juice? Well, no
harm in trying. After all, he had no intention of serving chicken and plum soup
at dinner. To Sirius surprise, the flour worked fairly well and in only ten
minutes of stirring he managed to make a yummy-looking plum sauce worthy of a
professional chef. A lick to the spoon revealed that it was yummy-tasting as
well.

Sirius took a deep breath, pleased with
himself. Oh, that chicken smelled so...what the hell? He opened the oven door
and was greeted with the sight of a raw chicken with no fire underneath. Well,
he may have forgotten to light the fire, but that didn�t mean he was not as
clever as before. Certainly not after proving the whole world what a great
sauce-maker he was. Okay, maybe not the whole world. But Remus thought he was
smart, and that was more than enough for Sirius. He couldn�t wait to see Remus�
face when he came back and found this delicious to-be-dinner on the dining-room
table.

Speaking of Remus coming back, what time
was it? Sirius turned around to look at the clock. Oh, no! Half past nine? He
barely had time to shower and get ready! The oven heat would not be enough to
get the chicken and potatoes ready in half an hour.

"Incendio!"

Now that was better. He closed the oven
door and ran out of the kitchen, through the hall and then the dining room,
shedding his clothes off as he stumbled his way up the stairs. He reached the
bathroom clad only in his socks and underwear, but pulled them off as well
before turning the shower tap. No time to wait for the water to heat � he
plunged into the cold flow with stoical courage, not one whimper escaping his
lips.

"Whoa, this is cold," was all he said,
in a loud and manly way, of course. "But of course I don�t mind. No, I don�t."
No, he didn�t. Not one bit. He reached for the shampoo bottle and poured some on
the palm of his hand. "Besides, after dinner Remus will make sure there�s not
one cold spot on my body. Oh, yes."

He smiled, humming to himself a bit more
of that song...what was its name? Never mind. But it was a nice song. Maybe he�d
sing-- no, whisper it to Remus later that night. "Ooh, love," he tried
tentatively. Not bad, not bad at all. "Ooooh lover boy, what�re you doin�
tonight, hey boy!" Ah, he was a much better singer than he remembered. "Set my
alarm, turn on my charm, that�s because I�m a good old-fashioned--" falsetto now
"--fashioooned..." Groovy. "Lover boooooy!"

***

Remus� heart skipped a bit when he saw
the smoke seeping out of his house from under the door, fingers automatically
fumbling with his key ring until he found the square golden one.

The door opened easily, and Remus
discovered the situation was not as critical as he had imagined. The smoke was
concentrated in the kitchen � Sirius must have burnt whatever he had been
cooking. With a bit of luck, nothing had caught fire. He peeked into the
kitchen. Well, he had a bit of luck left after all.

"Sirius?"

No answer.

He opened the oven door and put out the
fire with a wave of his wand before looking inside. There was a roasting pan
full of what looked like the remains of a scorched chicken. A gluey, purple
slime lay in a saucepan on the stove. Disgusting. Another wave of his wand made
most of the smoke disappear. Damn, he was tired.

"Sirius?" he called again, and listened
carefully. Strange, muffled shrieks seemed to come from upstairs. Fuck. He ran
across the hall as fast as he had even run before, but stopped dead when he
reached the dining room. Those weren�t the shrieks of a suffering man.

"Dining at the Ritz we�ll meet at nine,
two, tree, four, five, six-seven-eight- nine, you pay the bill, you taste the wiiine..."

Oh, boy.

"I can serenade and nah, nah, nah, on
your heart striiiings, beeee your cappuccino just for yoouuu!"

"Valentino, Sirius, Valentino," Remus
corrected under his breath, an amused smile spreading his features as his heart
rated slowly returned to normal speed.

"Oohh, let me feel your heart beating grow faster, faster... Yes,
Remus, faster!"

Remus snorted a laugh.

"Oohh, can you feel my love heat? C�mon
and sit on my hot seed of love and tell me how do you feel, nah, nah, nah-nah,
I�d like for you and I to go romancing, say the word, your wish is my commaaaand!"

So. Sirius had cooked chicken and then
went to take a shower while singing�awfully off-key, if he was going to be
honest�that song? He must have had plans for the night, then. And not
just plans, but plans. Maybe Remus wasn�t so tired after all.

"Everything�s all right, just hold on
tight, that�s because I�m a good old-fashioned lover boooy..."

A loud silence filled the house and
Remus realised that Sirius� singing had been accompanied by the sound of water
running, but now he had turned the water off. He wondered if Sirius had washed
himself everywhere.

***

Sirius washed the razor under the
shower, turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, a small pool quickly
forming under his feet. He reached for a towel and dried himself before wrapping
it around his waist. A little bit of cologne here...and here, and here, and
maybe here...and viol�! Fresh and ready! Remus would not be able to resist him
now.

He went out of the bathroom, not
bothering to go get something to wear on his feet � first things first, and
checking the chicken was first on his list of priorities right now. Dinner had
to be perfect. And if they didn�t eat all of the plum sauce at dinner, he could
think of a thing or two they could do with it afterwards.

"Hello, lover boy."

Sirius almost jumped out of his skin at
the unexpected greeting. "Remus! You�re early..."

"Actually, I�m fifteen minutes late."

"What?" Ten fifteen? "Oh, no! Dinner�s
in the oven," he explained, already going down the stairs. "I hope you don�t
mind if it�s a tad bit overcooked--"

"I don�t really feel like eating, you know."

That stopped Sirius short, one of his
feet hovering over the next step; he gripped the banisters for support.
"But...but...I made plum sauce!"

Remus frowned, and then smirked. "Who�s upstairs, Sirius?"

"What?" What the hell was he talking
about?

Remus� eyes looked pointedly at the
clothing items scattered all over the stairs. "Who�s upstairs?"

Oh. "No one is upstairs, Moony. I was a
bit hurried on my way to the bathroom, that�s all." When Remus� smirk widened,
he added, "To take a shower."

"Right." Remus didn�t seem convinced. In
fact, he didn�t even seem suspicious, either. "Shall I go up and check?"

"Well," Sirius said, following the game, "you�ll have to get past me
first."

"Over your living body?"

"Over my living body."

Remus took a step forward. "A challenge, then."

"And not an easy one, I can assure you."

"That�s even better," Remus said,
placing his foot on the first step of the staircase. "You know, you look great
in that towel."

Sirius couldn�t keep himself from
grinning. "Oh, I know."

"I don�t know how you can look at yourself every day and not give in to
touching yourself."

Oh, god. "W-well, I--"

"Because I know I can�t resist
it," Remus said, his voice dropping to a deep, husky tone. He went up the first
step of the staircase. "I want to run my fingers down your neck, down your
chest. Keep going down..."

"T-that sounds good," was all Sirius
could say.

"And tell me, Sirius, what else sounds
good?" He went up another step. "What else would you like me to do?"

"Er...kiss me?"

"Hm." Another step. "Where?"

"On-- on my lips." Sirius drew a shaky
breath. "On my neck. My shoulders, my back, my n-nipples.... Everywhere."

"Any particular places you�d rather I
didn�t forget?" Another step.

"My cock," Sirius said quickly.

"Your cock," Remus echoed, and the word
caressed Sirius� ears and slid down to the tip of his toes. "A French kiss. That
would remind me of what you taste like."

Through the wild images in his mind,
Sirius saw the other man get one step closer.

"And then you�ll lie down, and I�ll rub some lube on your cock, making
sure to squeeze and stroke a few times."

Sirius closed his eyes, letting Remus
voice lead the scene behind them.

"I�ll get myself ready with my fingers. You can watch, if you want."

And Sirius saw it, saw Remus� fingers
disappearing into that tight arse, sliding in and out, in and out...

"And then I�ll sit on your cock and fuck you until you scream. I�ll go
as fast and as hard as you want me to."

There was no reality and fantasy for
Sirius anymore, only their bodies moving together, and he was thrusting his hips
in time with Remus� words...

"Do you want to come, Sirius?"

"Yes, please, yes!" The sound of his own
voice, so frantic with desire, pulled Sirius back to the present with the
brusqueness of a slap. He opened his eyes to find Remus� face mere inches from
his.

"Good, because I want to come, too."

The kiss was every bit as rough and
frenzied as Sirius needed it. He thought he might have just lost control of his
body, but Remus was holding him firmly against the tide and he wouldn�t let go.

A wandering hand trailed a path of
burning sparks down his back, around his hip, circling the area between his legs
but not touching his cock.

"Remus..." Sirius pleaded into the kiss,
and the other man pulled his face back.

"Let�s go to our room."

Our room. It sounded so perfect that
suddenly twelve years didn�t seem like such a long time, and maybe things could
be picked up just where they were left off. Sirius complied, letting Remus guide
him backwards up the last steps of the staircase, across the landing and into
their bedroom.

They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of
limbs, rolling around the not-big-enough mattress to lie in the middle. Sirius
tugged at Remus� clothing with blind passion, but the other man took hold of his
wrists and held them away.

"Easy," he said, straddling Sirius� hips
and sitting back. "We have all night."

Remus� right hand came up to his own
collar and started to descend at a painful speed, undoing buttons on its way.
When his shirt was completely open, he bent down and brushed his lips against
Sirius� in the lightest of kisses, pulling back whenever Sirius tried to deepen
it.

Remus chuckled, and Sirius felt the
sound vibrate down his own neck and go directly to his nipples, stroking them--
no, it was Remus himself stroking them with his thumbs, and oh, that felt so
good...

"D�you like this?"

Yes, yes, he liked it, he liked
it so much he wanted it to last forever even though he needed more, but
that wasn�t what he told Remus. "Yes," was the only answer he was able to
breathe out.

One thumb was replaced by the smooth tip
of a tongue, the slightest hint of stubble scratching soft skin, and Sirius�
fingers wove their way into Remus� hair, thick and rough under his hands.

"Please," he whispered again, not sure
what he was asking for but knowing he needed something more.

Remus� head came up and he looked down
at Sirius with a lopsided smile, raw desire burning in his eyes. "Ask--" a lick
to Sirius� earlobe "--and you shall receive."

As Remus� face disappeared from his
view, Sirius felt a deliciously hot mouth travel down his torso, leaving a wet
path of kisses and bites behind. Sirius knew what was coming, but it was taking
too long, too damn--

Oh.

The tight heat that enveloped his cock
robbed Sirius of all coherent thoughts. His head fell back, exposing his neck as
Remus� hands and mouth worked their magic, stroking, licking, squeezing, up and
down and around and all over, gradually gaining speed and concentrating on the
tip and underneath it, just in that spot and oh, god, right there--

"Having fun, Sirius?"

"No! No, don�t stop, Remus..." Sirius
hands flew to Remus� head, pushing down even as Remus was already sliding up,
kissing him, stroking Sirius� tongue with his own sharp-tasting one.

"I won�t," a husky voice reassured him,
words pouring into his mouth. "Say the word, Sirius. Your wish is my command."

"Fuck me." The sound of his own voice
took him aback. But he needed it, he needed it badly. He wanted Remus, to get
closer to him, to feel him.

Cool air caressed parts of his skin as
Remus lifted himself and reached for the nightstand. Sirius took advantage of
the space to reach between them and undo the buttons of his trousers, tugging
down as the other man wriggled out of them.

When Remus sat back, Sirius lifted his
knees and spread his legs, but the familiar cold sensation in his opening never
came. Instead, a cool, slippery hand wrapped itself around his cock, covering
him with a generous amount of lube.

Sirius lifted his head and looked down,
puzzled. "But--"

Remus cut him off with another lopsided
smile, his eyes narrowing. "Would you rather I stopped?"

"No, no," Sirius hastened to reply, his
eyes widening as he saw Remus fingers reach behind himself. He watched in
fascination as the other man�s face twisted into the most mouth-watering of
expressions, eyebrows knitting together, lips parting, chest rising and falling
to the rhythm of sighs and moans. Sirius own throat let out a needy grunt.

"Hold on tight, Sirius," Remus said,
crawling up to straddle Sirius� hips again, positioning himself. "Do you know
why?"

Sirius chuckled, more out of
anticipation than anything else. "Because you�re a good old-fashioned lover
boy?"

"Because I�m going to fuck you
senseless." And with that he lowered himself onto Sirius with excruciating
slowness, hands flat on Sirius� stomach. The connection, the intensity, the
sheer need was much too powerful and god, it felt good.

At last Sirius� whole length was
enveloped in that delicious tight heat, and it felt just as perfect as it always
did, like he belonged there.

Remus stayed still for a moment. Then,
slowly, he started rocking his hips. Not up and down, but backwards and forwards
in a wriggling motion that drove Sirius every bit as senseless as Remus had
promised.

Sirius joined him in his movements,
dancing with him in a sweaty whirl of passion that neither of them led. The
music of their gasps and moans floated around them. Remus� hand reached for his
own cock, holding it firmly, stroking it with increasing speed.

Sirius surrendered to the fever that was
taking over his mind, shutting his eyes tightly and holding on to Remus as
tightly as he could, fingernails digging in soft flesh, as he thrust up with
blind passion in a race to catch that one moment, that one peak and he was
almost there, almost there, almost...

A wave of almost unbearable pleasure
lifted him high above the Earth, dragging him around the stars at the speed of
light, then slowly losing force and lowering him back down with gentle grace,
soothing the spasms that shook his body.

When Sirius opened his eyes, he realised
he was no longer lying back. He was sitting on the bed, his four limbs knotted
around Remus. The other man was sitting on him, a satiated expression on his
face, his body limp.

"Remus?" he whispered.

"Mmh." Remus, eyes still half-lidded,
lifted himself from Sirius and sat back on the bed. "Go get something to clean
up."

Yeah, right. "No."

"Okay." Remus didn�t seem to mind much.
He just sat there, his head thrown back.

Sirius looked down at the sticky mess
between his legs and on his stomach. "Maybe."

Remus chuckled.

"What?"

"Hot seed of love?"

Sirius rolled his eyes. "All right, I don�t know the lyrics very well.
So what?"

"You know what?"

Sirius sighed. "What?"

"You are my favourite lover boy."

Sirius smiled, and watched Remus mirror
his expression, except that the other man�s eyes were closed. He loved Remus
more than anything in the world, and it was in these little things that he saw
how much Remus loved him back.

His body felt as if it weighed a ton,
but Sirius got up from the bed anyway and went to look for something to clean
Remus and himself up.
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