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Don\'t Play With My Toys	By : InvokingRainbows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Remus/Sirius Views: 9645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-I Want This One
- 2-Fair Fucking
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Don’t Play With My Toys
Disclaimer: I do not own the world or characters of Harry Potter. These things belong to J.K. Rowling. I make no money from this story
Summary: Sirius Black knows what he wants, and gets what he wants. Now, he wants Remus Lupin. Mostly PwP with just a teeny bit of plot thrown in to keep it interesting. Enjoy!
Tool: Roleplaying. This is a roleplay log, not a fanfiction written by one person.
Remus Lupin: InvokingRainbows
Sirius Black: velvetxpoison

Chapter 1: I Want This One
The body was a marvelous thing, Sirius thought. There were so many things you could do with it, so many stimuli to taste and see and touch. Even more beautiful, was a body pushed to its limits. The rough bite of smooth leather against skin, the vivid flush of blood that blossomed in its wake, painting bruises and memories across a smooth canvas of skin. The sink and imprint of teeth on tender flesh, the clinking of metal, and the movement of bodies – flushed ruddy with passion and pain, moans and sighs and screams throaty and raw, writing against binds and soft sheets.

Puberty had been an eye-opening experience for Sirius Black. Sex had been a marvel in itself, the push-pull of bodies carnally satisfying, but then he’d discovered the thrilling wonders of pain laced with the pleasure. The bite of that girl’s nails down his back, leaving bloody trails, the feel of her teeth against his collar. The way she arched and squealed so prettily when he pinched the bud between her thighs, tormented her straining nipples until they were red and raw. Pushed into her until she fell apart screaming and crying.

And he thought, what would happen if he took it further? His family had been very generous when teaching him all manner of torture and interrogation. It was then that he began to experiment and found he had quite the taste and knack for pain and pleasure.

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He came awake all at once, blinking groggily at the ceiling and wondering why the bloody hell he was awake when the room was still dark.

Groaning, he pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes and rubbed the sleep from them. He was up now and knew that no amount of tossing and turning would help him fall under again. Sighing, he glowered balefully up at the ceiling a moment, then threw off his covers and sat up.

For a magical castle, the place always seemed to be horribly cold. He cringed when his bare feet met cold stone, and wondered if it would kill the headmaster to add heating charms to the stonework. Running his fingers through the mess of his hair, he peered through the dawn gloom, noticing that all but one of the beds were still occupied.

Of course Remus would be up at this ungodly hour. On a weekend, as well.

Shaking his head good-naturedly, he padded to the bathroom. The room was steamy from hot water; it seemed his cute little roommate was showering. It was then that he realized he’d never seen Remus naked. The bookworm was always extremely self-conscious about other people seeing him in the buff.

Grinning mischievously, Sirius figured this was a golden opportunity.

Quietly, he crept his way to Remus’ stall and carefully pulled aside the curtain after making sure Remus was facing the wall.

The first thing he noticed was smooth, creamy skin. A long, lean back and, hallelujah, one hell of a fine ass that connected to mile long legs. Remus was definitely a little scrawny and he hadn’t quite grown into himself yet, but, from the backside at least, he was very fine to look at.

Sirius felt his interest flare. He’d always liked Remus, had always found him attractive and far too kind. He’d go so far as to say that he’d been crushing on his best friend for a while, he just hadn’t known whether it would be a good idea or not to pursue his lovely little wallflower.

That ass certainly decided for him.

“I don’t know why you’re so secretive, Remus. That arse should be shared with the world,” he said, announcing his presence with a naughty grin.
Remus nearly punched the other in the face; turning around at the sound of a voice before he realized it was Sirius. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” He hissed, not wanting to wake the rest of their House up at a time like that. It took a short moment for him to fully comprehend what Sirius had just said, and what that implied. Turning a dark shade of red, he glared at the other.
“I just don’t like people to see me without my robes on, that’s all.” He said, his hands having moved down to hide his most private of parts. Remus wasn’t like Sirius. He wasn’t experienced when it came to sex. Sure, he’d had a few dreams here and there, and his hormones had caused him to have small crushes –mostly on fictional characters- but the point was, he had experienced at least that much. Beyond his own thoughts, though, he was almost scared to venture further.
Being who he was. What he was. Those were things that most teenagers didn’t have to deal with. The possible questions that might come up once someone saw his body, the long scars that ran along his chest and torso. The way his chocolate brown eyes were flecked with gold, an almost telltale sign of a werewolf that was turned at a young age. Even if he was able to make it passed all of those things, he wouldn’t know where to begin or what he would want.
But now, he was standing naked in front of his best friend (who was looking at him like he was a piece of meat), and his mind was already buzzing with questions. Why was his ass so great? Why did Sirius feel the need to even tell him that? Why was Sirius there in the first place? Why was his heart hammering against his chest and most of all, why did Remus suddenly hope that Sirius would do something? Anything? He would be lying if he said he’d never thought about the other in that way. Of course, most of Remus’ fantasies consisted of kissing by the fire, or perhaps sharing a bed together and snuggling, but that was mostly because he didn’t know much more than that.
Nervous eyes stared into charcoal ones as Remus swallowed, his mouth feeling a bit dry now. “W-why are you staring at me like that?” He managed after a moment, his voice a bit weaker than normal. He felt weak in the knees, too. Apprehensive.
Both his eyebrows raised, pulse spiking when he realized he’d almost just had his clock cleaned by Remus. Oh, the werewolf was secretly a spitfire, was he? How interesting.

Sirius smiled easily, taking in the sight of Remus’ front now that it was exposed to him. He didn’t mind the scars – he had quite a few of them himself – all he really saw was plenty of pale skin, cute little nipples, and many water-droplets that he wanted to chase with his tongue as they went down, down, down…

The noise he made was close to a growl, he was sure.

“Remus, I’m going to touch you.” He stepped into the stall, crowding Remus against the tiles and pressing flush, until the only things between them were Sirius’ thin sleeping pants and Remus’ hand.

He was wet from stepping through the shower spray, droplets falling from the ends of his hair to land against Remus’ skin. He gave in to the temptation, craning his neck to lap water from the hollow of the werewolf’s throat, his hands wrapping around Remus’ slim waist to cup that firm, delicious behind, giving it a squeeze.

His tongue blazed a path up Remus’ throat, pausing to nip at his earlobe and to nose the sensitive spot there. He smelled and tasted like soap and warmth and Remus.
His first instinct was to back up, which only really accomplished cornering himself against the cold tile of the shower walls, Sirius pressed up against him firmly now. “Sirius.” He breathed out, his hand still covering himself while the other pushed against his friend’s shoulder weakly, a meager attempt to stop him.
“Y-you’re getting wet.” He stammered, the other’s pajama pants already soaked which meant they were leaving even less to the imagination than normal. “A-and we’re friends, we shouldn’t. We can’t…and I haven’t…but…” his mind was starting to go slightly foggy already.
The warm tongue against his skin felt like fire at first, but soon it simply felt good. He could feel a tingle going down his spine that always meant goose bumps were close to follow, the hand on his ass only speeding up his poor body’s reaction to such touching.
He was hard in almost an instant, and his hand finally moved out of the way as he knew Sirius could already tell how his body was reacting. “I don’t know how to do this..” he said quietly, his voice forcibly steady as the other’s cock was pressing against his own now, which was straining and harder than he thought he’d ever been before.
The hand he’d been using to try and push Sirius away was now gently resting on his shoulder, his head tilted and those cherry lips parted ever so slightly. His mind was fighting his hormones for control, little scraps of logic floating through his brain. Friends didn’t do this sort of thing. Friends shouldn’t do this sort of thing. Sirius Black is the sexiest boy in school. You should count yourself lucky to even be experiencing this. But you don’t even know what you’re doing! What if he hates it and stops talking to you? But he’s so warm, and that tongue…
As soon as he felt the other nibbling on his earlobe, he knew he wasn’t going to win this mental fight. It had been less than a minute and Sirius had already found what had to be one of his weak points, as it felt like the strength to stand had been completely drained from him, causing him to lean back against the shower wall for support as the other did was he was going to do.
“Mm, Remus,” he purred against warm skin, beginning to roll his hips slowly against the other’s, teasing them both with gentle, constant friction.

“You’re my best friend, y’know?” he said, licking the shell and whorl of that yummy ear, flushed red with embarrassment and lust. “… but I’ve wanted more from you for a while now,” he continued, freeing one hand from that pert butt so it could wander elsewhere.

The warm pad of his thumb pressed circles into the sharp jut of a hipbone, then smoothed upward over a soft, flat tummy, until clever fingers found a flat, pale nipple. He rubbed against that too until it pebbled and colored, running circles around it with the edge of his nail oh-so-gently.

He smiled against him when the other teen stopped resisting, going jelly-like in the legs and collapsing against the wall. “You’re really cute, Remus,” he teased lightly, but earnestly.

The roll of his hips became tighter and faster; eyes dark as he pulled back to watch Remus’ face, wanting to see if he could make him cum like this.
Remus had thought all of the attention to his ear had been good, but when Sirius began to play with his nipple he almost lost control. Of course, he has masturbated enough to know that he liked playing with his own nipples, but having someone else do it was a completely different sensation. Far better.
“Really?” he asked, honestly rather shocked by this new information. “You could have anyone.” He managed out, his breathing heavier now as Sirius continued to toy with him. “W-Why me?”
He let out a soft moan that turned into a whimper as Sirius started grinding against him, his own erection standing rock hard and beginning to drip with pre-cum, which was being washed away almost immediately by the still warm shower. “If you keep…keep doing…” he was finding it hard to speak again. Hard to form real thoughts. All he wanted was more.
“Don’t…stop.” He said, finally giving in to what Sirius was doing. At that point, he’d do whatever his best friend wanted so long as he kept going. Remus had never been so turned on in his life.
“It’s hot,” he growled, licking the edges of his teeth, very tempted to sink them into pale skin and leave a chain of purple bruises, “knowing that I’m the first one to touch you like this.”

He kissed Remus’ chin, then the corner of his mouth almost chastely, before slotting their lips together and coaxing his way past moist lips, licking into the heat of Remus’ mouth and completely dominating his inexperienced tongue.

His fingers abandoned the abused nipple, sliding down south and in-between them, curling around Remus’ leaking cock and giving it the attention it was straining for. It twitched in his hand, which made him smile wickedly against Remus’ mouth. Oh, the things he wanted to do with Remus were definitely wicked, indeed.

“Cum for me,” he ordered breathily, biting the wolf’s plush bottom lip, tightening his wrist and twisting his wrist just so.

"... and then go out with me, Remus. I'll show you why it has to be you..."
Remus let out a soft squeak when the other gripped his cock after ordering him to come. Sirius was being so commanding. So dominant. It made him feel even smaller than he was, and like the other had all the control. All the power over what his body was going to do. It was scary, and Remus loved it.
“Y-yes Sir.” He said, since it had been an order, his head tilting eagerly forward, wanting Sirius to kiss him again. The biting hurt, but felt good at the same time, and his lips were somewhat swollen from how roughly they’d been kissing.
As Sirius’ hand moved up and down his shaft, Remus began to tremble against him, falling back against the wall completely now, his muscles having gone completely limp as his best friend drove him closer and closer to the edge.
Their kiss broke just as the pressure building within him reached its peak, allowing Remus to let out a loud moan of pleasure, shooting thick cum all over Sirius and himself. It washed away quickly enough, but the trembling flushed boy who was now a limp noodle was evidence enough of what had just transpired.
Taking a moment, Remus rode out the afterglow of his orgasm, his cock twitching in Sirius’ hand for almost two minutes after until it finally began to go down to its normal state.
“Sirius.” He mumbled, his eye lids heavy as the inevitable feeling of sleepiness started to kick in. “Were you…well, serious?” he asked, leaning against the other feebly. “About me going out with you?”
He was cute when coming undone, as well. Sirius drank him in, licking water from the corner of Remus’ slack mouth, his hand moving more slowly now that the werewolf was coming down from his high. His would be lover trembled against him and it brought out all sorts of protective and dominating feelings in him.

‘Calm yourself, Sirius,’ he warned himself.

He kissed him again once Remus caught his breath, slow and sweet; gently teasing and leading, teaching him how to do it. He kissed him for a good few minutes, pulling him from the wall and back under the warm shower spray so his future beau wouldn’t get cold.

“I was serious,” he said at last, pulling away from those lovely, kiss-bruised lips so he could meet the other’s eyes.

“Though,” and here he smiled, that slightly crooked, boyish smile of his; he looked vaguely sheepish, as well. “You should probably think about it… after. People don’t usually make great choices after having great orgasms.”

He pressed a kiss to Remus’ forehead, then reached to turn off the water. “C’mon, then. Let’s get dry and dressed before the others wake up.”
Remus felt his heart doing somersaults while Sirius kissed him like that. So sweet and tender. Completely different from the kisses earlier, and Sirius was taking his time so that Remus could kiss him back, imitating his movements.
“You’re probably right.” He agreed, though he didn’t see himself feeling too differently after he’d had time to calm down. Not when he knew that Sirius wanted to be with him. It was peculiar how it seemed to change his perspective on things.
He and Sirius clambered out of the shower together, Sirius basically having to dry and dress Remus, which was fine as far as the werewolf was concerned. It seemed that Sirius enjoyed any excuse to touch him, and he was far too tired to resist anyhow.
The sixth years all slept on the fifth floor of Gryffindor Tower, so Sirius and Remus made their way quietly up the stairs from the bathroom they all shared until Remus laid eyes on his bed, which he made a beeline for, falling into it still rather drained.
“Mm…Goodnight Sirius. That was lovely.” He mumbled into his pillow, squirming a little and pulling one knee up into a bent position, his other leg splayed out to the side basically giving Sirius a perfect view of his perfect ass. This was going to be an interesting year, to say the least.
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