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  Relationship:
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      Published: 2004-11-27 Words: 3652
****** Broomstick Polish ******
by Dr Jeckell and Mrs Hyde [archived by HPFandom_archivist]
Summary
     Sirius begs off on a trip to Hogsmeade with James to take care of a
     bit of “broomstick polishing” with Remus. (Set in the Marauders’ 6th
     year).
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Title: Broomstick Polish
Author: Dr. Jeckell & Mrs. Hyde (aka Taran & Magdelena)
Summary: Sirius begs off on a trip to Hogsmeade with James to take care of a
bit of “broomstick polishing” with Remus. (Set in the Marauders’ 6th year).
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Sirius Black
Genres: Romance, Humor, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Situations
Feedback: Would be greatly appreciated… jeckell_and_hyde@yahoo.com
Beta: The wonderful Sev1970
Archive: We’d be thrilled, but please ask us first.
Disclaimer: We do not own any of the characters herein (only the plot). All the
characters in the Harry Potter universe belong exclusively to J.K. Rowling,
Warner Brothers, and anyone else JKR chooses to allow to play with them. We are
publishing our fanfiction writings only for our own selfish desire to be a part
of their world.
Authors’ Notes: Some “Puppy Love” written for the lovely juxtaposed. She was
promised some R/S smut if she was a good girl and finished all her school work!
This is ALSO a mini thank you for all the wonderful artwork she provides for
us. We think ourselves lucky to have such a talented friend. And, last but not
least, in case you’re interested…Taran was Remus and Maggie was Sirius!
 
~*~
 
Gryffindor Tower was almost completely deserted, as it was a beautiful Saturday
morning, the exception being the sixth year boys’ dormitory. James Potter stood
at the foot of Sirius Black’s bed, wearing a pleading expression as Sirius
lounged back reading a motorcycle magazine that he had nicked from the Muggle
Studies teacher. Remus Lupin was also there, but he was sitting cross-legged on
his own bed, books and parchment strewn across the surface of his bed.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come to Hogsmeade with us?” James whined, using
the same tone that had finally broken down Lily Evans’ defenses. Unfortunately,
it seemed that today Sirius was going to be immune to James’ attempts.
“For the fiftieth time, Prongs, I don’t want to go.” Sirius rolled his eyes at
James’ feeble attempts to persuade him, and smirked. “Go on your little date
with Evans; Moony’ll be here to keep me company. Maybe when he’s finished
studying, we can head out to the pitch and toss the quaffle about a bit.”
James gave a pointed look towards Remus’ bed, and then fixed Sirius with a
withering gaze over his glasses. “Padfoot, you know Moony, he’ll be all day. He
doesn’t know themeaning of not studying, ever. C’mon, you can come with Lily
and me at least for a little bit.” James paused for a moment, and ran a nervous
hand through his hair, as he shuffled his feet. “You can even meet some of
Lily’s friends in town.”
“Aha! Finally, the real reason you want me along!” Sirius narrowed his eyes at
James, his glare softened by the playful smile still on his lips. “Prongs, I’m
very happy that you and Evans are finally an item, and that you’ve found ‘the
one’, but you’ve got to stop trying to set me up. I just can’t really see
myself getting all doe-eyed over some girl right now.” Sirius stood from his
bed, snickering, and wrapped his arm around James’ shoulder, effectively
guiding the reluctant James towards the door of their room. Once they got to
the door, he opened it and pushed James through. “Now, please go before Evans
blames me for your being late.”
James made one final attempt from his position in the hall. “Honestly, Siri,
what are you going to do to pass the time? Wormtail’s gone off with Frank
Longbottom, and Moony’s going to have his snout in a book all day.”
Sirius worried his lower lip with his teeth as he tried to think of a valid
excuse. His eyes strayed over to his Clean Sweep sitting over in the corner,
and his face lit up. “I’ll polish my broom; I haven’t done that in ages.” He
looked back to James with a bright smile on his face. “Then when Moony’s
finished, it’ll be all sleek and ready so we can have some fun.” He cocked his
head over towards their sandy-haired friend. “Hell, I may even polish Moony’s
broomstick!”
Sirius’ comment earned a snort of laughter from Remus, which was the only time
during the entire conversation between James and Sirius that the werewolf had
acknowledged that he had heard them speaking.
James rolled his eyes and pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine, if
you’re determined to stay and be miserable, who am I to stop you? Enjoy
yourselves. We’ll see you both at supper.” James started to turn towards the
stairs, and then leaned back in the room to call out to Remus. “Hey, and Moony,
do try to take a break later, eh? You know, NEWT’s aren’t until next year.”
Sirius cut off any possible answer Remus might have made by giving one final
push on James’ shoulder, and then slamming the door shut. He leaned his ear to
the door and when he was satisfied that he had heard James’ footsteps dying
away, he pulled his wand, locked and warded the door, and turned around to face
Remus, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “I thought he’d never leave.”
Remus just smirked and held up a hand, fingers spread, his eyes still focused
on the book in his lap. He counted softly back from five, lowering fingers as
he went, with Sirius giving him an odd look. As he reached one, there was a
knock on the door, which caused Sirius to jump.
"Are you sure you won't come?" James called through the door.
"GO!" Sirius and Remus yelled together, and then laughed. Sirius sighed and
shook his head as he listened to their friend walk away a second time.
"So… You're going to polish my stick, eh?" Remus said with a raised eyebrow and
smirk. He set his books aside and stood from his bed. He walked toward Sirius
with a hungry look in his bright amber eyes.
Remus grabbed the side of Sirius' face and pulled him into a rough kiss. He
growled when Sirius grasped his slim hips and fit their bodies tightly
together, pressing his pelvis forward and rubbing their growing erections
against each other.
"I think you have work to do," Remus told him as he broke the kiss.
“That I do, and I plan on getting right to it,” Sirius whispered, moving back
only a fraction so he could slide his hand between their bodies. He rested his
hand against Remus’ stomach, his fingers inching down towards the werewolf’s
crotch for only a moment before he slid his hand upward and playfully pushed
Remus backwards enough so he could dart away.
Sirius swiftly moved to the corner of the room and retrieved Remus’ broomstick
and his broom servicing kit, which sat nearby. He cheekily turned to his lover
and grinned, his blue eyes dancing merrily. “I think if I remember right you
like a lot of wax on your stick right? No…now I remember,” he teased, sticking
his lower lip out in a pout. “You hardly use any! The last time I rode your
broomstick it simply wasn’t slick enough, and I chafed for days.”
"Well, if you'll also recall, it was YOU who polished my stick last time as
well. I've shown you how to do it enough times. If you haven’t learned by now,
you never will." Remus turned his back with his nose in the air. "Besides, you
certainly weren't complaining last time, as I recall."
“Hmmm, let me try to remember…” Sirius leaned the broom back against the wall
and sat his kit on Peter’s bedside table. He tapped a finger against his chin
and stared off thoughtfully, as he noticed Remus watching from the corner of
his eye. “…last time…last time… Oh, yes, well Remy you must admit that a five
minute shag in the broom shed doesn’t exactly allow for much ‘polishing’ time.”
Sirius circled back in front of Remus, and again pulled Remus’ slender hips
against his own, this time though, his hand slid down between their pelvises
and stroked Remus’ hardening length through the cloth of his trousers. “Of
course, this time, we have ALL day.” Sirius licked his lips unconsciously. “So
I’ve plenty of time to get things slickened up right.”
"I don't think a day is enough for you to get it right," Remus teased. "Perhaps
I should just do it myself."
Remus batted Sirius' hand away and stepped back. He pulled off his plain white
t-shirt and dropped it on the floor in front of Sirius, then keeping their eyes
locked together, slowly opened his trousers and let them drop to his ankles,
revealing his lack of pants underneath. He smirked at Sirius' hungry look as he
took in Remus' lean, toned body, before turning to open the broomstick kit by
Peter's bed. He pulled out a vial of oil and dumped the rest of the kit onto
the floor.
He held it up for Sirius to see, then languidly crawled into the centre of the
bed. He opened the vial and took in the light cedar scent before pouring a
couple of drops into the palm of his hand. He then gently took hold of his
semi-erect cock and slowly masturbated in front of his lover.
Sirius moaned at the sight of Remus stretched out in front of him; the hard,
long angles of the werewolf’s body made Sirius’ fingers practically itch with
the need to touch his lover. Instead, Sirius contented himself, for the moment,
with stripping off his own clothes.
“You know, I made that polish myself, and one of its best qualities is the fact
that it smells like a bloody forest, but tastes just like brown sugar and
honey.” Sirius slowly slid each button of the denim shirt open as he spoke,
finally shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it slide down his arms to
his feet. “It’s the worst feeling in the world to be polishing your stick and
have that stuff all over your hands and then to lick a bit of it off
of…somewhere…and have the taste be unpleasant.” He casually undid the
fastenings of his jeans, and then let them slide to the floor along with his
boxers. He stepped out of them, and padded over to the bed on his bare feet,
crawling up on the bed at Remus’ side. “I believe you’re doing my job.”
Sirius’ hand reached out to cover the one that was slowly stroking Remus’ cock,
as his lips lowered until they just barely brushed against Remus’. “May I?”
"Be my guest," Remus whispered against Sirius' lips before grabbing him firmly
behind his head and pulling him in for a deep kiss. He moved his hand out from
under Sirius' and let the other man take over. He pulled Sirius onto the bed
with him, still dominating the kiss.
After a few minutes, Remus pushed Sirius away and sat up. He handed Sirius the
vial of oil as he seductively licked his fingers clean of the sweet lubricant.
"Prepare yourself for me, Padfoot," he instructed firmly.
Sirius leaned back against the bed, settling his head on Peter’s pillow, and
poured a bit of the oil onto his fingertips. One hand moved to encircle his own
cock, stroking the leaking shaft, as the other snaked slowly between his
thighs, a lubricated fingertip circling teasingly around his entrance before
sliding inside. Slowly he stretched himself, in a few moments adding another
finger, and seeking out his sweet spot. As he gently brushed across it, Sirius’
eyes slid closed, and his mouth opened slightly as he groaned; he pumped his
fingers in and out of his arse more rapidly now, yearning to have something
much more substantial filling him.
Remus gave a low growl and roughly pulled Sirius' hand away. He settled between
his lover's parted thighs and pushed them against Sirius' chest, aiming his
cock at the stretched opening. He closed his eyes as he steadied his nerves,
taking in the scent of wood and arousal. He pressed the head of his cock
against Sirius' body and agonizingly slowly pressed forward. He stopped as soon
as the head was in and groaned as muscles closed tightly around it.
He leaned forward, pressing in more, and captured the other boy's lips in a
hard kiss. They both gasped as Remus slid in the rest of the way in one smooth
motion. Remus could hear their hearts beating with his keen senses and nearly
cried from the perfection of their rhythm.
“You are mine,” he whispered when they were forced to part for air.
“No one else’s but yours, Remy,” Sirius panted, as the slight burn from Remus’
entry was replaced by a perfect feeling of fullness and rightness as the thick
cock settled deeply inside of him, “Not now, not ever.” His strong legs wrapped
around Remus’ slim waist, as he impatiently bucked his hips against the
lycanthrope. “C’mon, fuck me, please. Hard and fast, you know how I like it.”
Remus dropped his head and growled against Sirius' neck. "Keep talking, bitch,"
he snarled as he began roughly pumping in and out of the hard, lean body below
him. He slipped his hands under Sirius' back and gripped his shoulders tightly,
keeping his lover from moving forward with his hard thrusts. He alternated
light bites and silky licks against the tender flesh where neck meets shoulder
as the bed creaked and moaned in time with their movements.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to use your broom for a week,"
he growled hotly into Sirius' ear before biting his earlobe and sending shivers
through the sweaty body he loved so much.
Sirius’ breath hitched in his throat, his fingertips dug into Remus’ back, and
he felt his desire rise another notch as Remus taunted him. “Oh gods, yes, just
like that. I need it so bad, need you so bad.” Sirius’ hands moved to tangle in
Remus’ hair. “I love you always, but even moreso when you’re like this, so wild
and untamed, and so utterly MINE. No one ever gets to see you like this but me,
and it’s so bloody sexy to watch you lose control.”
He angled his head so he could again taste the sweet depths of Remus’ mouth.
Their kisses were rough with need, as Remus’ hips continued to slam against
Sirius’ arse.
Remus growled into the kiss and pressed his lightly haired chest and stomach
against Sirius, rubbing his lover's cock firmly between their bodies. As he
climaxed, he threw his head back and howled like the wolf that he was,
continuing to thrust hard into Sirius.
As if the friction between their bodies, and Remus’ constant strokes against
Sirius’ prostate weren’t enough, the sound of Remus’ primal wail was enough to
send Sirius over the edge. He moaned out Remus’ name, his seed spurting out
between them, coating their already sweaty chests.
Remus heard his name as he collapsed on top of his lover and sighed with joy.
He nuzzled against Sirius' neck, placing light kisses on the heated skin. He
shivered slightly as the air began to cool the sweat on his back. He lifted
himself up a little to look into the warm blue eyes that stared back at him.
"I love you," he said softly with a gentle smile and a kiss to Sirius' nose.
"Now let’s go cuddle on James' bed, away from this cold window." Remus looked
pointedly at the lightly frosted window next to Peter's bed.
“Yes it is a bit chilly over here, and also a bit sticky.” Sirius chuckled and
smirked, grabbing the Gryffindor scarf from Peter’s headboard and wiping them
clean. Just as Remus was about to move from the bed, Sirius rolled them so that
he was on top of Remus, his fingers sliding possessively through Remus’ sandy
hair. “And I love you, too.”
Sirius grinned and nipped lightly at Remus lower lip, and then stood from the
bed, offering his hand to his lover. “Come on, let’s cuddle for a bit, and then
maybe we can mess up James’ bed too,” he leered.
Remus laughed as he got up and stretched. He thought about finding his wand and
cleaning up Peter's bed and scarf, but decided it could wait. There'd be more
to clean later anyhow, and as long as it was done before James and Peter
returned, it didn't matter when it was done.
Just as Sirius was pulling back the covers on James' bed, Remus tackled him,
landing heavily on the bed. He covered Sirius' larger body with his own, and
kissed him possessively.
"You know," he said laughing when they came up for air, "Peter would pitch a
fit if he knew what we did on his bed!"
“Which is half the fun of them not knowing we’re together yet.” Sirius snorted
with laughter, as he settled comfortably into Remus’ arms and covered them with
the duvet. Sirius sighed contentedly. “We’re going to have to tell them soon.
Evans is too smart, she’s going to figure it out, but James is just so
clueless, it’s just precious. He’s trying so badly to set me up with someone,
and he has no inkling that…”
Suddenly, the door of the dormitory burst open and Sirius whipped around to see
Lily with a smug, triumphant look on her face, staring at a wide-eyed James.
“See, you git. I told you they were shagging. Honestly, how ANYONE could miss
the innuendos and hints Sirius has been making for the last several months is
BEYOND me,” the auburn-haired witch teased.
"SHIT!" Remus shouted at the sudden intrusion. He rolled off Sirius and onto
the floor, taking the blanket with him and leaving his lover exposed.
James stared in open-mouthed shock. "They… They… In MY bed!!" he cried.
"Actually," Lily said with amusement, "It looks like they started in Peter's
bed."
James looked over to see their friend's bed rumpled and damp. He looked back at
Sirius, who was blushing brightly and using a pillow to cover himself, and
Remus, who was just peeking from the far side of the bed. "You… In Peter's
bed!?"
“Erm….yes?” Sirius answered, glaring at Remus for leaving him quite literally
“exposed” to deal with James’ cluelessness before turning back to face the
other two. Lily’s bright grin and obvious approval did wonders to bolster his
flagging courage and to make him recover from his embarrassment at being
discovered. His smirk widened as he teased his friend ruthlessly. “Well, quite
honestly had you not come in when you did, we WOULD have likely used your bed
too. Remus here is quite the demon in bed; he’s usually good for at least one
more round.”
“COMPLETELY too much information, Padfoot.” James’ face paled even further as
he slammed his eyes closed to ward off the mental images that Sirius’
statements had generated in his head.
“However,” Sirius continued, ignoring James’ protest, “We don’t do well with an
audience, so if you don’t mind…” Sirius gestured to the door pointedly and
smirked. “There were spells in place to PREVENT you from barging in.”
Lily shrugged unapologetically. “No ward can keep me out. Besides, Mr. Not-A-
Clue here needed some visual proof that I wasn’t totally off my rocker about
you two.” She sniggered and rolled her eyes at James’ expression, tugging on
her boyfriend’s arm, and beginning to lead the still stunned young man towards
the door. “Come on, honey. Let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”
James stopped abruptly, cracked open one eye and looked from Sirius to Remus.
“Just one thing first. Is she right? IS this something more than a shag?”
Sirius looked at Remus lovingly before turning back to James and answering for
the both of them. “Much, MUCH more.”
The corners of James’ mouth twitched upwards. “Well, in that case, as long as I
get to tell Peter…”
"NO!" both boys yelled in unison as the door was closed. Remus dropped his head
against the side of the bed in complete embarrassment. This certainly wasn't
how he had expected or hoped to reveal his relationship with Sirius to their
friends.
"Well, that was fun," he mumbled into the mattress.
Sirius snatched the pillow from his lap and popped it over Remus’ head,
snickering at the absurdity of the whole exchange. “At least you had a bed to
hide behind!”
Remus was about to answer when the door cracked open again. This time, Lily
merely stuck her head back through the door and smiled. “In case you were
worrying, James won’t say a word. I promised to cut him off if he breathed even
a WORD to Peter. Though I wouldn’t count on me keeping that up much past
dinner, he’s a bit too irresistible for me to hold out for long.” She grinned
broadly, glancing happily at both Remus and Sirius. “Oh, and by the way,
congratulations!”
“Thanks, Lils,” Sirius replied, winking at the witch as she again closed the
door.
Remus laughed and blushed as their friend left once again. He crawled back onto
the bed, dragging the blanket behind him. He settled on his side, pulled
Sirius' back against his chest, and kissed the back of his lover’s neck softly
before yawning.
"We can mess up Prongs’ bed later, okay?" he asked sleepily.
“Sounds wonderful,” Sirius replied, sliding his foot back between Remus’
calves, and snuggling into Remus’ embrace. “And then tonight you’ll be my
dinner date? We might even shock old McGonagall.”
Remus giggled at the idea and nodded. "Sure, love, anything you want." Remus
sighed contentedly and held Sirius tightly. "And after dinner, I can show you
just how much of a 'demon' I can be in bed!"
 
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