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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, James_Potter, Harry_Potter, Lily_Evans, Peter
      Pettigrew, Hermione_Granger, Ron_Weasley, Poppy_Pomfrey
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-04-21 Completed: 2010-05-09 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 13307
****** Mr. Rule 614 ******
by Amuly
Summary
     Harry, Hermione, and Ron wonder why no one except players are allowed
     in the Quidditch locker rooms. Turns out, Harry’s Godfather was
     involved in the creation of that rule. Harry's Godfather, and a
     certain ex-Professor of his...
***** Locker Room Regulations *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry, Hermione, and Ron wonder why no one except players are allowed
     in the Quidditch locker rooms. Turns out, Harry’s Godfather was
     involved in the creation of that rule.
            Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in the Quidditch stands,
watching some first years practicing take-offs. Ron was complaining. “I just
don’t think the rule makes any sense! I mean, come on, why can’t mates come
into the locker room before or after a game? Hooch practically tore my ear off
that one time…”
            Harry shrugged. “Dunno, Ron. Probably has something to do with
sabotage. Don’t want anyone not on the team back there.”
            Ron shook his head. “But that doesn’t include mates, Harry. I mean,
I understand me not being able to go into Slytherin’s locker room…” the boys
both shuddered, “but not being to hang out with you? Even if you invite me?!”
            There was a pause while the boys considered some more. Ron spoke up
first. “I mean, I can understand girls not being able to come in. No offense,
Hermione.”
            Hermione sniffed, but didn’t berate him. Instead, she said, as
nonchalantly as she could, “We could find out.” Ron and Harry both turned to
gaze open-mouthed at her. Hermione was feeling rather proud of herself, though
it really didn’t take too much to amaze thosetwo. She struggled to keep her
face impassive. “Well we could. All we would have to do is sneak into Madam
Hooch’s office one night. She keeps all the Quidditch records from each year
there. I’m sure we could figure out.”
            Ron’s face split into a big, goofy grin, and he grabbed Hermione
and hugged her. “That’s brilliant, Hermione! Let’s do it tonight!” Hermione
patted Ron’s back awkwardly, then looked past him to Harry. He was nodding
enthusiastically with Ron. Great. She had a Transfiguration test tomorrow,
couldn’t they have put it off?
**
            The three children crept slowly through the hallways, knees and
elbows knocking into each other. They were really getting too big to fit all
three of them under the invisibility cloak, but they managed. They just had to
crouch and walk extra slowly, to make sure someone’s foot or arm didn’t
suddenly materialize in the Hogwarts’ hallways. Finally they made it to Madam
Hooch’s office, a muttered Alohamora from Hermione unlocking the door. Once
they were inside, and had the door firmly shut, Hermione flicked her wand and
lit two or three candles standing around the room. The boys smiled at her
gratefully in the dim light.
            Harry slapped his hands together. “Right! Well, where do you reckon
we should start?”
            Hermione was already at a wall of scrolls, peering through them.
“Well, it looks like they publish a rule list every year…” She indicated a
chronologically-ordered shelf of parchments. “So if we find the year that the
rule first showed up, perhaps there’ll be some sort of incident report
somewhere within the year?”
            “Brill, Hermione.” Ron grinned. “Let’s split ‘em up? Twenty years a
piece?”
            Hermione divvied up the rule lists between the three of them, and
they sat down, getting to work. Ron had the most recent twenty years, then
Harry, than her. Immediately Hermione saw that she was too far back. “It’s not
even mentioned in the earliest of mine, it must have showed up after. Here,
Harry, give me the last ten of yours.”
            Five minutes later they had narrowed it down to one year: 1974-
1975. “My dad was a fourth-year too, that year!” Harry was already scrambling
at the shelves for the incident reports from that year. “D’you think it had
something to do with him?”
             “Or Sirius,” Hermione mused. She began looking through the shelves
for the ’74-’75 school year, while the boys chattered excitedly behind her.
            Ron laughed. “I’ll bet Professor Lupin stayed out of it, yeah?
Can’t imagine him as part of the reason why they had to invent a new rule.”
             “Wow.” Hermione carefully pulled out the pile of incident reports
from that year. Harry and Ron scrambled to help her. “I suppose we’ll have to
divide this up as well.”
            Harry grinned as he scanned through the top half of his pile.
“Look! My dad got in trouble for letting the snitch go in the Great Hall,
during the Sorting!”
            Ron high-fived Harry. “Wicked! Your reckon we could do that, next
year?”
            Hermione rolled her eyes and shot the boys a disapproving look.
Honestly. “Perhaps I should be the only one reading these. You boys don’t need
to get more prank ideas.”
            Harry clutched the parchments protectively to his chest. “Hermione,
this is the first stuff I get to read about my dad and Goddad!”
            Ron was looking equally upset. “Yeah, come on Hermione. We promise
we’ll be good.”
            Reluctantly, and against her better instincts, Hermione acquiesced.
They sat for a while, reading through the parchments in the low light. It was
Hermione who finally found the report. “Ah! I think I…” she trailed off,
reading the report. A blush started to spread across her cheeks. Harry and Ron
were gathering around her, and she tried to hide the parchment from them. Too
late, of course. Harry snatched at the paper and started to read it, Ron
leaning over his shoulder. “No, wait. Um…did…did Professor Lupin ever mention,
I mean…did Sirius…”

1974:

            Sirius raced into the locker room. What an awesome match! They had
won, and he had pulled off that wicked new maneuver, and he had managed to
probably bruise that prat in Slytherin with a well-aimed bludger…
            “Remus!” Sirius caught sight of Remus hurrying toward his changing
stall. “Hey, did you – mmph!”
            Remus slammed his weight into Sirius, and he found himself pressed
up against the wall, Remus’ tongue thrusting desperately into his mouth. Sirius
pulled back, panting and wide-eyed as he watched Remus snake a hand into his
Quidditch shorts. “Ah, ah, Remus…” Sirius threw his head back, knocking it on
the wall. His eyes fluttered closed against his will as he felt Remus wrap
slender fingers around both of them, pumping them together furiously.
            “Sorry, Siri…” Remus pressed his lips to Sirius’ again, and they
panted into each other’s mouths more than kissed. “I…you…can’t help myself.”
Remus and Sirius both groaned loudly as Remus’ hand continued its brutal pace.
Sirius snaked an arm around Remus’ back and pulled him even closer, skimming
his hand beneath his trousers to grip his arse. He lost himself in the slide of
Remus’ smooth hand, thrusting his hips forward with abandon.
            Remus’ teeth nipped at Sirius’ lips, and he moaned, pulling Remus
even closer (if that were even possible). “Needed you…” With that mumbled
confession slipping from Remus’ lips, a violent shudder wracked Sirius’ body.
He came over Remus’ hand, hips stuttering and twitching as the last drips of
his orgasm spilled out of him. Remus continued to stroke one, two, three times,
then came in his hand, some of it spilling over onto Sirius’ limp member and
stomach.  
             Puffs of Remus’ breath ghosted over Sirius’ cheek, and he leaned
forward to capture his lips in a far gentler kiss. “What brought that on?”
            “Sorry. Moon coming on, and you looked so hot flying in those
shorts…”
            “Mr. Lupin! Mr. Black! What in Merlin’s name are you doing?!”
             Remus and Sirius’ heads both whipped around. Madam Phaedra was
standing there, horrified and outraged, arms crossed on her chest.
            Sirius started, extracting his hand from Remus’ arse. Remus removed
his own hand from their, now limp, penises, and hurriedly wiped it off on his
trousers. “Sorry, Madam Phaedra. But he started it!” Sirius pointed at Remus,
who looked shocked and embarrassed.
            Of course, Madam Phaedra wasn’t buying it. Sirius would have pouted
if he wasn’t caught between the conflicting emotions of embarrassed and horny.
“Sure, Mr. Black. Like I would believe that Mr. Lupin would be the one to
initiate any of this…” she waved her hand exasperatedly, “tom-foolery! Fifty
points from Gryffindor each. Now pull yourselves together and get out of the
locker room this instant!”
            Remus was blushing furiously as he tucked himself away. As much as
Sirius loved to see a blush stain Remus’ high cheekbones, he hurried to soothe
his embarrassment away. “Hey,” Sirius leaned in and kissed Remus gently on the
lips. Remus returned the kiss, tongues flicking out and over each other. Sirius
groaned and pulled back. “I’ll see you tonight, yeah? After dinner…” They
kissed again, Sirius sighing into Remus’ embrace. He pulled back reluctantly.
“Alright, get out of here. Before we get in more trouble!”
            With a wicked grin he smacked Remus’ arse as he scuttled out. Remus
glared over his shoulder and shot Sirius two fingers, sticking his tongue out.
Sirius grinned and watched after him for a moment, before turning back to his
locker to get changed. He couldn’t wait for later tonight.

Present Day:

            Hermione could do nothing as Harry and Ron’s eyes widened to
saucer-sized proportions. She leaned forward gently, reaching out a hand in
comfort. Ron was the first to look up. “What…” He turned to Harry. “Your
Goddad’s a poof! With Professor Lupin!”
            “Stop that!” Hermione smacked Ron on the arm. Honestly, the
inconsiderateness of Ron sometimes. “It’s…it’s fine. Right, Harry?”
            Harry looked…well, shocked. He didn’t seem necessarily upset, or
mad, just…shocked. “Um…I’ll…I’ll have to talk to Sirius about this. Or
Professor Lupin. When I…uh…see them again.”
            Hermione nodded. “That’s a very mature attitude, Harry. Unlike
some.” She shot Ron a look, who just rolled his eyes. “Here, let’s put it back
and get back to the common room. I can still get some studying done before bed,
this way.” Carefully Hermione stacked the parchments in the order they found
them, then slipped them back on the shelves. They re-locked the door behind
them, and headed back to the dorms.

Quidditch Incident Report:

Date: October 15, 1974
Parties Involved: Mister Sirius Black & Mister Remus Lupin
Action Taken: 100 points from Gryffindor, Rule #614 added
           Misters Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were caught in the Quidditch
locker room performing lewd acts on each other after the game today. Fifty
points each was taken from Gryffindor. Rule #614 was added to the book: No non-
players are allowed in the locker room.
            NB: Thank goodness Mr. Lupin will never join the team. If he
does…pray for my sanity, and that of the other Gryffindor Quidditch players.
Those boys couldn’t keep their hands off each other if their lives depended on
it.

***** Locker Room Regulations *****
Chapter Summary
     Harry confronts Sirius about his relationship with Remus.
            Harry yawned as he rummaged through the fridge. It was late, and
Grimmauld Place was quiet. Well, as quiet as the house ever got. There was
still the odd noise: the house settling, critters scratching around in the
walls and floorboards, Mrs. Black’s soft snores drifting in from the hallway.
But all-in-all, quiet.
            What to have for a midnight snack? Or, more like a three am snack.
Aha! Some frozen chocolate frogs and pastries. Perfect. Oh, and some
meat…stuff. Harry pulled it all out of the fridge and set it down on the
kitchen table, going back to find something to drink. Firewhiskey might be a
bit much for the middle of the night…
            “Oh, hello Harry.”
            Harry smiled at the sound of his Godfather’s voice, turning around
to see him shifting on bare feet in the kitchen. For a moment Harry frowned and
considered him carefully. He thought he heard another set of feet scuttling
around just outside the kitchen, but no one else came in. Unless of course…oh.
Right. Harry felt his face grow hot at the thought of who might be keeping
Sirius company at this late hour. He still hadn’t asked Sirius about what he,
Hermione, and Ron had read in Madame Hooch’s office last year. Never exactly
seemed like the appropriate time. Then again, when exactly was the appropriate
time to ask your Godfather if he was a poof? With your ex-professor, no less?
            “Hi Sirius. Um, looking for a snack?”
            Sirius slid down into a chair and stretched out his legs under the
table. “Oh, yeah. I guess. Just get kind of restless in general, like to
wander. I…” Sirius’ eyes flickering toward the doorway didn’t go unnoticed by
Harry. But then the moment passed, and Sirius turned back to Harry. “No matter.
Oh, chocolate frogs? Remus loves these, mind if I take a few for him?”
            Harry sighed. Sirius wasn’t exactly good at discretion, was he?
Then again, all those years in Azkaban probably didn’t do much to keep his
social graces in practice. “Sure, no problem. Do you want me to make you
something? A…” Harry grew slightly irritated as Sirius started to dig into the
mystery meat that he had pulled out of the fridge earlier, “…sandwich?”
            Sirius shook his head, mouth full of meat. Food! Mouth full of
food! Not…not meat…Harry sighed, ruffling up his hair. Immediately Sirius’
expression changed, to a sort of melancholy grin. “Look just like your father.”
He nodded at Harry’s hair. “When you do that. He’d ruffle it up too.”
            Well, now was as good a time as ever. Harry slid into the seat
across the table from Sirius, pulling his legs up onto the seat to avoid
Sirius’ long ones. Sirius had a piece of his hair between his fingers and was
sniffing it curiously. Harry decided to ignore this bit of odd behavior and
attribute it to Padfoot, pressing on with the conversation. What Harry didn’t
know, and would never want to know, was that his Godfather was wondering if his
hair still smelled like Remus’ come from earlier that night.
            “Hey, Sirius, can I ask you a question? About when you were at
Hogwarts?”
            Sirius’ eyes gleamed. “What do you want to know? About your
father?”
            Damn it. Harry wished he had Ron or Hermione around. Ron would just
blurt it out, and Hermione would be able to ask tactfully. But Harry…Harry had
no idea how to ask. “Um, no. Not exactly.” Harry paused, considering his next
question. “Uh, Sirius…um…I can…you won’t get mad?”
            Sirius frowned. If Harry concentrated, he swore he could hear
someone shifting around uncomfortably outside the kitchen door. If Professor
Lupin was really out there, this whole situation was going to become a whole
more embarrassing. Best to just be out with it. “We read about rule 614. For
Quidditch. At Hogwarts. And…it was…you…”
            Harry ducked his head in embarrassment, face turning red as Ron’s
hair. If he had been watching Sirius, he would have seen his lips quiver in
suppressed laughter at the memory, and at Harry’s obvious embarrassment. A
sudden coughing fit from the hallway snapped Harry’s head up, drawing his
attention to the door. Sirius had turned around too, face split in two by a
grin. “Remus, love? Do you want to come in and explain yourself to Harry?”
Sirius turned and winked at Harry. “That particular incident was all Moony’s
fault.”
            An incredibly sheepish Remus Lupin poked his head around the
kitchen doorway before the rest of his body followed it. “Sorry, Harry. That
must have been…traumatic.”
            Harry grinned. At least Professor Lupin understood how he felt.
Sirius, on the other hand, seemed to forget Harry’s embarrassment, and was
trying to tug Remus down onto his lap. Remus gently extracted his arm from
Sirius’ grasp and sat himself down in the chair between the two of them. Harry
noted that Sirius’ leg still managed to find Remus’ under the table and wrap
around it. Remus, for his part, continued to shoot Harry apologetic glances,
but made no move to extract his leg. Now that he saw them interacting, knowing
what he knew, Harry wondered how it was a secret at all. Or was it? Did all the
adults know, and they just hadn’t felt Harry needed to know? What, was he too
young?
            “Why didn’t anybody tell me?”
            Sirius and Remus both blinked in surprise. Harry was surprised with
himself, too. That wasn’t the question he had meant to ask. But still, Harry
felt like he deserved to know. Remus spoke first. “Well, I mean…we didn’t think
it really…would you have wanted to know?”
             Harry paused, considering. Would he have wanted to know, if he
hadn’t had found that report? After a moment Harry glanced between the two men.
“Well, yeah. Sirius, you’re my Goddad. And Professor Lupin, you helped me out
all of third year, with the Dementor training. You’re…family. I want to know
what’s going on with my family.”
            Tears glistened in Sirius’ eyes, and Harry had to look away, out of
fear that he would react the same. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Remus
place a gentle hand over Sirius’ on the table, squeezing it comfortingly.
Merlin, he must have been blind not to have seen it, even in those few moments
in the Shrieking Shack.
            Sirius cleared his throat, and Harry glanced back up. He grinned
devilishly. “Do you want to hear the full story? I’ll bet the report left out
all the good bits. Like the part where it was all Remus’ fault!”
            Remus rubbed the back of his head ruefully. “Well, editing for
decency’s sake…” he glanced over at Harry, “it was sort of my fault.” He turned
to Sirius. “I can’t believe you remember that.”
            For just a moment Harry saw Sirius’ eyes darken as stared back at
Remus. “I protected those memories, the ones with you.” His eyes flickered over
to Harry and Harry looked away. This felt too…intimate…for him to be listening
in on. Sirius turned back to Remus. “Later?” Remus nodded knowingly, thumb
swiping over Sirius’ hand in reassurance.
            Breaking the awkward silence, Remus turned back to Harry. “The
basic story-”
            Harry thought he heard Sirius mumble something that sounded like
“Censored” under his breath. Personally, Harry would gladly take the censored
version. He didn’t need to hear about his Goddad and Professor’s romantic
trysts in elaborate detail. Remus shot Sirius a look and continued.
            “Like I was saying, basic story, is that Sirius won a Quidditch
match that day. It was just a few days before the full moon, and that always…”
Harry could tell Remus was trying to phrase it delicately, but Sirius leaned
forward before he could think of a way to put it.
            “It makes him horny.” He winked at Harry, and Harry groaned.
Toomuch, didn’t need to know that.
            Remus was blushing bright red. “Well, okay. Something like that.
Plus I was young and…hormonal. I suppose you can commiserate, Harry.”
            Harry’s eyes widened and he shook his head. Not something he needed
to discuss with these two adults right now. Remus took the hint and continued.
“Right. Well, see, it was the seventies, and Sirius had on those short little
athletic shorts…” Remus rubbed the back of his head again. “I…I might
have…accosted him in the locker room after the match. In the changing stall,
specifically.”
            Sirius was laughing, delighted with the memory. “I couldn’t exactly
stop him! He just…reached right in there…”
            Remus’ leg darted out under the table and kicked Sirius’ firmly.
“Too much information for your Godson, Sirius.” He turned to Harry and smiled.
“Sorry. He forgets what’s appropriate and what’s not.”
            “Well, so do you! Mr. Rule six-fourteen!” Sirius defended himself.
“Anyway, we finished up,” he rolled his eyes and preempted Remus’ kick with a
quick shifting of his legs under the table. Harry watched their legs struggle
for a moment in amusement. “That’s not too much information! Come on! So, then
the Quidditch coach at the time, Madam Phaedra, waltzes in and catches us. We
were done but still had…”
            Remus cut him off. “We were still ‘inappropriate’. Sirius.”
            Sirius waved a hand. “Fine, fine! Not like Harry doesn’t
know…anyway, then Madam Phaedra blamed me! She didn’t think sweet little Moony
over here would ever do anything so raunchy, without me tricking him into it or
something.”
            After a moment’s happy contemplation, Sirius lifted Remus’ hand up
to his mouth and kissed it. Harry started, slightly. It was one thing to know,
but to see…and it was such a simple, normal gesture, but there seemed to be
more behind it, like…Harry gulped and tried not to think about it. “We should
get back to bed,” Remus murmured. “I have to leave tomorrow morning…”
            For a moment, Harry’s heart clenched at the expression on Sirius’
face: the obvious need and loneliness, and a touch of fear. Harry had never
even thought about what it must be like, to have the only person from his past
to have to leave him all the time. And even more, to have to watch that person
who he…he loved…go off into danger. And there was nothing Sirius could do,
besides sit in Grimmauld. Harry glanced down at the table. “I’m gonna go to bed
too. Just meant to grab a snack, so I’ll…get going. Back upstairs.”
            “Mm.” Sirius was staring at Remus, frown lines creasing his
forehead, emphasizing his age and worn appearance. His natural exuberance
tended to mask those sorts of things, and Harry sometimes forgot how old he was
and how rough he had it. With a start, he turned back to Harry, a small,
natural smile returning to his face. “If you ever have any questions, I mean,
about the old days, you can ask us, you know. We’ve got all sorts of stories.
Especially about James.” Sirius flicked his eyes over at Remus. Uh-oh. He was
about to say something Remus wasn’t going to approve of: Harry just knew it.
“And if you ever need to talk to anyone about sex, with either gender, you can
just – oof! Remus!” Remus had managed a swift kick to Sirius’ shin. “But he
should come to us! I mean, who’s he going to ask? Molly? Then again, with that
brood of children…”
            “Alright, Harry. Sirius is tired and not thinking straight. I’ll
put him to bed before he says anything permanently scarring.” Remus tugged on
Sirius’ hand, and he reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged to his feet.
“Goodnight, Harry. If I don’t see you before I leave tomorrow morning, stay out
of trouble.”
            Harry had a feeling that Sirius had a witty retort, but then Remus
brought Sirius’ hand to his mouth and nipped his fingers gently. Even with his
back to him, Harry could sense the grin splitting Sirius’ face. He supposed
that was what was important: Sirius being happy and all. Even if it did kind of
gross him out to think about his Goddad and Professor doing…yuck. Whatever it
was they did. Harry did his best to push the thoughts from his mind. Still, he
couldn’t wait to tell Hermione and Ron the full story tomorrow.


***** A Tale of Two Blowjobs (Well, One and a Half) *****
Chapter Summary
     After the Locker Room incident, Remus wants to make it up to Sirius
     with a mutual first.
            Sirius had been on edge all during dinner. Remus had sat across
from him, and had been chatting with James and Peter the whole time, apparently
normal. But beneath the table, he had been quietly stroking his foot up and
down Sirius’ calf, even going so far as to teasingly drift up to his thigh once
or twice. Sirius thought he was going mad. Thank Merlin for wizarding robes.
            As they got up to leave the Great Hall, Sirius’ and Remus’ eyes
connected. Oh, but Sirius could hate Remus, if he wasn’t so blinded by his mere
presence. Remus had that look in his eyes, that feral, moon-coming-on, wait-
‘til-the-boys-get-to-sleep look. A whimper might have escaped from Sirius’
throat, which earned him a curious look from James. He just punched him in the
arm and shouted something about Quidditch. As James’ arm wrapped around him,
all Sirius could focus on were the heated amber eyes boring into him, promising
him something special tonight.
            For the first time ever that night, Sirius truly hated being on the
Quidditch team. Moreover, he almost hated the fact that they had won that day,
before he reminded himself that the win had been Remus’…“inspiration”…for the
impromptu mutual wanking session in the changing stall that afternoon. Sirius
almost punched Longbottom in the face when he slung an arm around him and
sloshed some pilfered butterbeer on his front. After a moment’s consideration
of his wet robes, Sirius jumped up. He had an idea.
            “Bollocks! Um…blasted, Longbottom! Look at my robes!
They’re…erm…ruined? Yeah! Gotta get out of them, give them to the castle elves
before the stain…uh…sets? Yeah. Sets.” Sirius Black had never claimed to be the
best of liars: yet another reason why he wasn’t suited for Slytherin. Luckily
Gryffindors were pretty trusting in general, and with the addition of the
majority of them being sloshed off their minds and enjoying their victory,
Sirius’ fumbled lie and hurried retreat was barely noticed.
            Well, except by one. One Messer Remus John Lupin slipped away from
the party after Sirius, and the two slunk up the stairs to their dorm room,
leaving the rest of the partiers to their revelry. Once inside the room, Sirius
hopped anxiously from foot to foot, waiting for his Remus to step through. When
he finally did, Sirius’ breath caught, and the most he could do was stand
there, staring at him.
            Remus quietly closed the door behind him, not breaking eye contact
with Sirius. His eyes – those eyes – Sirius could see the lust smoldering in
their amber depths. Sirius wrung his hands. He wasn’t sure what Remus was
planning. It could be...that. But they hadn’t done that, yet. Well, they really
hadn’t done most things yet. Just a bit of grinding and wanking – what was it
they called it in that magazine Sirius had managed to get his hands on?
“Frotting”? They did that. But not anything more.
            “Remus?” Sirius gulped. Remus was walking toward him on silent
feet, a predatory focus in his eyes. “Remus, what…um…what…”
            Then Remus was right there, leaning past him, brushing his lips
over his cheek, and then the shell of his ear. “Sirius…”
            Sirius whimpered. Remus’ breath was warm on his ear, and the rest
of him – so close, so hot, reach out and touch… - was radiating heat in waves.
He was hard: not just half-hard, like he had been all evening, waiting for this
moment. Sirius was painfully, achingly hard. “Remus?” His voice cracked, but
Sirius really honestly could care less about how he looked or sounded. He just
wanted Remus.
            “Sirius…” There it was again. That breathy, lusty whisper, filled
with promise of things to come. “I want to try something new, tonight.”
            Sirius gulped. That? Was he talking about that? But…he didn’t…if…
            “Remus? I don’t…I mean…”
            Remus pulled back and looked Sirius in the eyes. He frowned, and
Sirius sighed in relief to see his Remus in control again, rather than the
seductive, sexy Remus that had followed him up the stairs. “Huh? Oh!” Remus’
eyes widened, and Sirius grinned. “No! Not…not that!” A blush started to spread
across Remus’ cheeks, and Sirius had the sudden compulsion to run his thumbs
across his cheekbones. Remus’ eyes fluttered at the touch.
            “Merlin, Remus. I thought you were gonna…”
            “No! No! Not…I mean, if you want, but I’m not sure…”
            “No!” Sirius shook his head vehemently, letting his hand drop from
Remus’ face. His hair fell in front of his eyes, and he tossed it back,
grinning toothily at Remus. “I mean, sometime. Eventually. But, not…I’m not…”
            “Good. Good.” Both boys were blushing bright red now, even such an
obscure and round-about conversation about that making them embarrassed. Sirius
glanced down at the floorboards, then back up at Remus. “Well what were you…?”
He gestured between them.
            Remus blushed brighter and rubbed the back of his neck. “Er…well…I
mean, I think the moon was kinda…against my better judgment…”
            “Well if you don’t wanna…”
            “No!” Remus reached out and grabbed Sirius’ hand. Sirius glanced
down at it, feeling waves of sensation radiate from just that little bit of
contact. “No, I want to.” Remus glanced over Sirius’ shoulder. “You…my bed?”
            Sirius nodded, removing his hand from Remus’ and racing over to his
bed. He threw himself onto it, bouncing momentarily until settling in. He
shucked his robes, shoes, and t-shirt, tossing them to the end of the bed. By
the time Remus caught up with him, Sirius was snuggled underneath the sheets
and comforter, waiting eagerly for him.
            Remus glanced around the room once before climbing into bed with
Sirius, shutting the curtains tightly around him. He pulled out his wand and
muttered a sticking charm for his curtains, followed by a silencing spell
around them. That done, he disrobed and crawled into bed alongside Sirius.
            Sirius immediately pressed himself up to Remus, tangling arms and
legs around him, just feeling the closeness of their bodies, skin on skin. His
long fingers traced a line up and down Remus’ back, and he delighted in the
little shivers that rippled through Remus’ body at his touch. Their chests slid
against each other as they moved tentatively: adjusting position, hips rubbing
uncertainly. This was still new, this thing they were doing. They hadn’t
figured it all out yet, just the basics of how to feel good. Sirius had managed
some glimpses in dirty magazines he nicked, but what he saw more grossed him
out and terrified him than it did educate him.
            He kissed Remus on the lips, tongues lapping at each other, lips
sucking. Sirius pulled back and looked Remus in the eyes. “What were you…”
            Remus blushed and glanced down between them. “Oh. Um. Take off your
trousers?”
            Sirius hurried to oblige him, kicking them down to the end of the
bed once they were off. “You too?” Remus’ whole chest flushed, but he did the
same. Sirius pulled him back and kissed him again. He moaned a little into the
kiss. So much skin contact, but not in the one place he wanted it…their hips
began to pick up their own rhythm, and they rutted against each other as their
kiss descended from tentative licks to unrestrained passion. Sirius’ pants grew
wet, and he gripped at Remus’ arse, trying to pull him closer, trying to grind
his way to fulfillment.
            “Sirius, wait.” Sirius gasped when Remus pulled away and stilled
their hips. But it was getting so good…Remus’ pupils were dilated, his lips
kiss swollen, and his hair already starting to stick from sweat. Sirius tried
to reach for him, to end this torture, but Remus just canted his hips away.
Then, with one last nervous glance, Remus began to slide down Sirius’ body,
slipping between the covers until his mouth was level with…
            “Remus! You…you don’t have to!” Sirius knew his protest was only
token: the second he felt Remus’ warm breath inches away from his aching
hardness, he was lost.
            He watched as the bump under the covers that was Remus seemed to
shake its head, and Remus’ muffled voice floated back up to Sirius: “I want to.
I have to taste you, Sirius.”
            Oh,Merlin. Sirius’ cock twitched at that, and he struggled to calm
himself. He reached his hands up to his head and gripped his hair, hard.
Remus…Remus was going to…and he wanted to…
            Sirius twitched violently when he felt hot fingers pulling down his
pants, then one slender hand wrapped around the base. His hips jerked
involuntarily, and he felt Remus grow very still beneath the sheets. “Sirius,
don’t, uh…don’t thrust, please? When I’m, you know?”
            Sirius nodded before he realized that Remus couldn’t see him. “I’ll
be good, Remus. Promise.” He reached a hand beneath the comforter and stroked
at Remus’ hair gently. Sirius didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to
keep his promise until Remus flicked out his tongue, licking at the head
cautiously. “Oh, oh Merlin. Oh Remus.” Sirius gripped at the sheets with both
hands. Mustn’t thrust, mustn’t thrust, can’t hurt Remus, mustn’t thrust, can’t
have him stop…
            Another exploratory lick, this one more firm, more sure. Sirius
groaned loudly: thank Merlin for silencing spells. Then lips were closing over
the head, and Sirius was a quivering mass of barely restrained hormones. He
felt Remus’ mouth slide down part-ways, then pull back cautiously. He slid down
again, and Sirius winced at the graze of teeth. “Ah, Remus, careful. No teeth.”
            He felt Remus’ mouth slide off of him, and saw the blob under the
comforter raise its head. “Sorry. Sorry. Lemme try again.”
            Sirius carefully released his grip on the sheets with one hand and
stroked Remus’ hair. “No, it’s good, don’t worry. Really good.”
            Then Remus’ mouth was sliding over him again, this time with teeth
safely covered by lips. Sirius groaned and slammed his head into the pillows,
desperate to thrust into that delicious, wet heat. Then Remus started to suck.
            “Ah! Remus, gonna…” Too late. Sirius thrust forward and came inside
Remus’ mouth. He fell back onto the pillows – didn’t remember rising off of
them, actually – and sank into boneless oblivion.
            An eternity later, Sirius blinked and looked around. Remus was
staring down at him curiously, body flush on top of him. “Did I do okay? Sorry
about the teeth. I’ll remember next time.”
            Incoherent, Sirius pulled Remus down into a vicious kiss. At the
first swipe of tongues, Sirius pulled back. “Ew!” He wiped at his tongue and
grimaced. “Is that what it tastes like?”
            Remus blushed. “Well, you didn’t give me any warning!” He paused.
“It’s not that bad. I mean, it’s not terrible.”
            Sirius wrinkled his nose. “Sorry. I was going to warn you, but then
you did that thing, you started sucking, and that felt reallygood.” Sirius
blinked. “Did you…um…did you…” he dropped his voice down to a whisper, as if
that made any difference. “Did you swallow?”
            Remus’ horrified look was all the answer Sirius needed. “No! Ew!
They’re alive! Why would I swallow?! I spit it out.” Sirius felt around with
his leg for a moment until he found the wet spot. He pushed Remus off of him
and rolled with him, away from it.
            Re-settled on the clean side of the bed, Sirius nuzzled his nose
into Remus’ neck. “That was really, really good, Remus.” A yawn cracked his
jaw, and his eyes drifted closed. “Oh, do I need to, um…?”
            Sirius felt Remus’ arm snake around his back and pull him close.
“You don’t have to do that. But, I’m still…”
            Cracking one eye open, Sirius lifted the sheets and saw that,
indeed, Remus was still in need of release. He lifted his hand up to his mouth
and licked at it, coating his palm and fingers with saliva. He reached down
between them, pulling his hips back awkwardly to make room for his hand.
            Remus sighed at the first touch, which turned into a deep, throaty
moan as Sirius firmly began stroking him. Remus fumbled forward to kiss him
again, and this time Sirius didn’t pull away, even though Remus’ mouth still
tasted a little weird. Within a few seconds Remus was leaking precome, and
Sirius swiped his thumb over the head, smearing the thin liquid down the shaft.
Remus’ gnawed-off fingernails were digging into Sirius’ back, urging him on.
Breaking the kiss, Remus started to gasp: little breathy noises that made
Sirius’ heart do all sorts of summersaults. Sirius focused on bringing Remus
his release, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in concentration. One
final firm stroke, and Remus was shouting - “Ah, ah!” - come spurting out of
him and onto Sirius’ hand.
            Sirius rolled over and wiped his hand on the side of the bed with
the wet spot from earlier. No reason to spread the mess around. When he turned
back over he was met by Remus’ mouth, kissing him firmly in gratitude. “Okay?”
            Remus nodded, eyes already drifting closed. “Much better.”
            Sirius nuzzled at Remus’ nose, then pulled back just a few
centimeters and watched Remus twitch sleepily. His breath puffed at Remus’
face, and he could see his golden hair moving gently with each breath. “Remus?”
            “Mm?”
            “Was it okay? I mean, doing it to me?”
            A single eye cracked open, and Sirius stared into the amber he
could see through the slit. After a moment a lazy smile drifted across his
face. “Yeah, it was fine. A little weird, at first. Bigger than I thought,
well…” Remus reconsidered, and Sirius felt slightly offended. “More like, my
mouth is smaller than I thought. It seemed like I should be able to fit more
in.”
            Sirius thought for a moment. “Well, I saw in one of those muggle
mags that if you practice you can fit more.”
            Remus scrunched up his nose. “Oh no, I have to practice? Sure
you’ll like that.”
            Sirius batted his lashes playfully. “Although it pains me, I’ll do
my best to be an attentive tutor.”
            “Git.” Remus pushed at Sirius’ arm, but there was no fight in him.
Sirius smiled as he watched Remus struggle to stay awake.
            “I’ll, I’m…I wanna try. Not right now, but…” Sirius shrugged one
shoulder. “Soon. I’ll try on you.”
            Remus nodded, eyes already drifting closed again. “That’ll be
good,” he mumbled. Sirius pulled him closer, wiggling down into the mattress
until he felt comfortable. They fell asleep like that, arms and legs wrapped
around each other, clothes littering the bed, and two wet spots on the far side
that Sirius did his best not to roll over into throughout the night. As Sirius
drifted, everything faded away except the sound of Remus’ light breathing.
Soon, it lulled him to sleep.
           
 
Present Day:
            
            “Told you I remembered.” Sirius’ grin faded as he saw tears
glistening in Remus’ eyes. “Hey, hey,” Sirius shifted closer to Remus on the
bed, pulling him into his arms and kissing him gently on the forehead. “Shh.
Stop that. Those were good times, yeah?”
            Beneath his chin, Remus shook his head, but croaked out a “Yeah.”
            A moment’s pause, then Sirius grinned wickedly. “You know, you were
rubbish at blowjobs. I’m just grateful your technique has improved with
practice.”
            Remus pulled away from Sirius, mock-aghast. His eyes were still
wet, but his expression was lighter. “You seemed to enjoy it! Came the moment I
started sucking, if I recall correctly.”
            Sirius attempted nonchalance. “Oh, well, come on. I was fourteen.
Anything would make me come. Doesn’t mean it was good.”
            With a growl, Remus pounced on top of Sirius, pressing him into the
bed. “Oh, and I suppose you’ve been faking those mind-blowing orgasms all these
years.”
            Sirius’ eyes crinkled as he tried to suppress his laughter. Remus
looked so peeved, bearing down on him, shaggy hair hanging down. “Well…” Sirius
considered. “There might have been a few genuine ones in there.” He raised his
eyebrows. “You could always, oh, I don’t know…try again?”
            Remus’ growls always turned Sirius on, bringing him to arousal
faster than almost anything else. He dipped his head and snogged Sirius harshly
before pulling away and starting his descent down Sirius’ body. “Alright but
this time…” Remus nipped at a nipple, then dragged his tongue harshly over it.
A little gasp escaped Sirius’ lips as he watched. “…you’re going to
reciprocate.” He bent his head and dipped his tongue into Sirius’ navel,
thrusting it in and out a few times before continuing down. As he hovered above
Sirius’ groin, he flicked his eyes up at him. “Deal?”
            Sirius groaned, shoving a hand into Remus’ hair and encouraging him
down. “Yes, yes, fine. Just get on with it.”
            Remus’ tongue darted out, and he lapped at the bead of precome
forming on Sirius’ head. “After all…” Remus ran his tongue along the underside
of Sirius’ shaft, from root to tip. Sirius groaned and his head fell back onto
the pillow. Some things never changed. “…we need to work on your technique
too.” Sirius’ reply was lost in a sea of incoherent babbling as Remus’ lips
slipped over his head, sucking him deep into his mouth.

***** Fallout: Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen *****
Chapter Summary
     Sirius has to deal with the team finding out what he and Remus did in
     the locker room.
             Sirius shifted from foot to foot in the Gryffindor Quidditch
locker room. The memories of what Remus and he had done in here, just three
days prior…Sirius tried to surreptitiously adjust the erection forming in his
shorts. Quidditch clothes didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination. “Hey,
Sirius!”
            Sirius spun around to find James bounding over to him, a big grin
on his face. “Did you hear? Apparently we got a new rule. Madam Phaedra’s
calling a team meeting to tell us.” He elbowed Sirius hard in the ribs, who
winced. Sirius offered up a thin, embarrassed smile.
            “Oh. Um, did you hear what it was about?”
            James shrugged, rubbing his hair absently. “Dunno. You think
someone pulled a prank? I thought we’d know if something was going on…”
            Damn it, Remus. If he wasn’t lying injured in the hospital wing,
recovering from last night’s full moon, Sirius might be irritated with him.
Sirius pouted, thinking about Remus alone. Madame Pomfrey wouldn’t let anyone
come in to see Remus the mornings after the full moon, not even Sirius. She
seemed to think he would be overexerting for Remus, or a bad influence, or
something. Everybody always thought Sirius was the instigator, the one who
tricked Remus into doing things. But Sirius knew different. He zoned out
whatever it was James was yammering on about as he thought back to that night.
Remus was filthy one, the one who pushed for more.
            “Sirius? Sirius! Hey, Madam Phaedra,” James was shoving at Sirius,
pointing over to where the Quidditch coach was walking up to the team. Sirius
shook himself from his reverie and turned his attention to her. Their eyes
immediately locked, and Sirius looked down, blushing furiously.
            “Alright, children. Gather ‘round.” The Gryffindors obediently
gathered around Madam Phaedra, raucous joking and gossip falling away until
they were all quietly waiting for her to speak. James was grinning ear to ear –
Sirius was blushing ear to ear.
            “As you may have heard, we have a new rule on the books: Rule six-
fourteen – no non-players are allowed in the locker room.” The players groaned
in unison.
            “But Madam Phaedra…” James spoke up, ever-ready to be the champion
for his peers. Normally, Sirius wouldn’t mind this tendency in James. Now, he
just wanted him to shut up and drop it. “That means I can’t have my mates in
here after the game! I mean, when we win, Peter and Remus,” Sirius wanted to
die, “and all the Gryffindor mates come in here and we celebrate! Why can’t we
do that?”
            I hate you. I hate you James. You’re a berk, and I hate you. I’m
never telling you about another secret passage again. I’m never covering for
you if you skive off, or lending you my quill when you forget, or being nice to
Lily for you…
            “Two students were caught celebrating lewdly after the game last
weekend. Hence, the new rule.”
            Beside him, James went very still. Sirius knew he had just figured
out what had happened, and was trying desperately to think of a way to cover up
the issue and get it dropped. Beneath a fringe of hair, Sirius looked over at
James, and they exchanged a glance. James mouthed “sorry,” and Sirius thought
that might be the end of it. But now, the Gryffindor players were tittering in
response to this new information.
            “What?” “Who was it?” “Bloody hell, some guys have all the luck!”
“Could have been a girl!” “You’re the only girl on the team; are you saying it
was you?” “No!” “Wasn’t me!” “Do you think it was…” “It must have been him.”
“Oh, look, he’s not speaking.” “Who do you think it was with?” “Wasn’t he with
that girl…” “Who would do that?” “I heard something about him and his friend.”
“James?” “No!” “Haha ew.” “No, the quiet one.” “You don’t mean…” “Sirius and
Remus?!” “No!”
             Sirius really, really just wanted to go to the hospital wing and
be with Remus. It’s not like him and Remus were keeping their…whatever they
were doing…dating?...secret from the rest of the school. They just weren’t
exactly snogging on tables in the Great Hall, that’s all. Madame Phaedra was
trying to calm the students down, but they were having none of it. Finally,
ears red and face redder, Sirius shoved his way to the front of the team.
            “Okay, yeah. It was me. And Remus. But it was all Remus’ fault!”
His teammates stared back incredulously, and Sirius decided to grit his teeth
and deal. “Fine, I don’t care what you tossers think. I’m skipping practice
today and telling Remus about how interested you guys are in our…um…” Sex life?
Oh, but bloody hell, would that be embarrassing to say out loud. “How
interested you are in us.”
             Sirius stormed off, pushing back James in his haste to get back to
Hogwarts castle – back to Remus. Pomfrey had to let him in by now; it was late
enough in the day that Remus would be waking up and eating ravenously. Sirius
noticed James trying to grab at him, but he ignored his best mate. Didn’t
really need a talking to right now. He just wanted Remus. “And you can try to
have a good practice without me!” A twinge of fear ran through Sirius at the
thought that they might discover practices were actually better without him: no
exuberant young beater distracting the rest of the team. But none of that
mattered now. Remus. Remus was what mattered.
            As soon as he got out of sight of the Quidditch team he broke into
a run, trying his best to ignore the hot pricking at his eyes, telling himself
it was just the crisp wind in his face. He needed to be with Remus. Remus would
make it better; he would tell Sirius it would all be okay. Even if he was still
recovering from last night’s full moon.
            Sirius skidded to a halt in front of the hospital wing, smoothing
down his robes, running a hand through his hair, and most definitely not wiping
his eyes with the back of his hand. He had to make himself look respectable if
Madam Pomfrey would let him see Remus. And right now, he needed to see Remus
more than anything.
            Quietly, contrary to every liter of his being, Sirius opened the
door, stepping inside carefully. Immediately Pomfrey was on top of him, eyes
scrutinizing every centimeter of his person. “I see you’re here early today,
Mister Black. Practice let out?”
            Sirius shrugged a shoulder noncommittally. “Just wanted to see
Remus. Please, Madam Pomfrey. Even if he’s asleep, I’ll be quiet, I swear…”
            “Humph.” Madam Pomfrey looked down at Sirius, considering, and
Sirius put on his best innocent face. Which shouldn’t have been hard – he was
the innocent one, this time. Finally, she seemed to come to a decision, and
nodded reluctantly. “Get on in there, Mister Black. He’s awake. But no
agitating him!”
            Sirius rushed past her, slowing to a tiptoe as he approached the
bed that Remus always slept in these nights after the full moon. The blinds
were drawn, but even before Sirius reached them they were being thrown back; a
happy, if not slightly wan, Remus beaming out from them. “Sirius! I thought you
had practice? I wasn’t expecting you until supper.” Remus’ expression
immediately turned serious as he caught sight of the look on Sirius’ face. “Oh.
Did something happen?”
            With one last glance at Madam Pomfrey, who was busying herself with
some sort of potion organization, Sirius slipped behind the curtains and onto
the bed, drawing them shut tightly around them. He snuggled his face into the
crook of Remus’ neck, being careful not to agitate any injuries. Remus’ arms
immediately surrounded him, pulling him in as tightly as they could, in Remus’
weakened state. Sirius snuffled softly.
            “Sorry. Sorry Remus. I know I’m rubbish: I should be taking care of
you right now.”
            Even from the hollow of Remus’ neck, Sirius could feel the smile in
Remus’ voice. “Oh, that’s alright. I go through this every month. Well, I
suppose you go through some sort of emotional turmoil even more often, but at
least I know when mine is coming.”
            Sirius would have shoved at Remus, but he was mindful of his
injuries. He opted instead to kiss his neck gently. “You git. I’m not that
bad.”
            “Mm. Not all the time.” There was a pause. Sirius filled it by
kissing Remus’ neck again, rubbing his nose against it gently and just
generally being rather snuffly and pathetic. “Are you going to tell me what
happened?”
            Sirius definitely did not whimper, but he did pull himself out from
his position against Remus’ neck so that he could look him in the eye. “It was
terrible, Moony. Phaedra came in, told everybody that there was a new rule: not
non-players in the changing rooms. Then James had to get all indignant about
it, and…”
            “And Sirius stood up in front of the whole team, proclaiming his
love for you.” James’ head – or more precisely, James’ mop of hair – was poking
in through the curtains. “Hey mates. You both decent, yeah?”
            Sirius groaned and made to throw a pillow at James, but Remus
clutched the pillows fiercely and refused to let go. In lieu of a mighty pillow
defense, Sirius weakly kicked his leg off the end of the bed, trying to stop
James from coming over. Seeing as how Sirius refused to extract himself from
where he was glued to Remus’ side, the tactic failed, and James ended up
sitting on the end of the bed with the two of them. Sirius looked at Remus.
“For the record, I did not.”
            “Actually, he sort of did. Aside from the whole ‘it was Remus’
fault!’ bit. Chocolate frog?”
            Remus took two gratefully from James’ outstretched hand. Sirius
suddenly felt awful for forgetting to bring Remus his treats. Right selfish
bastard he was. Around a mouth full of chocolate, Remus ‘fessed up: “Well, it
sort of was,” he swallowed the wad of chocolate, and Sirius had to try very
hard not to focus on the way his Adam’s apple bobbed tantalizingly beneath the
pale skin of his throat. “I, um…well, full moon was coming on, and Sirius
looked really good, flying around in those Quidditch shorts, and you guys won
and all…” He plucked at the wrapper of the second chocolate frog. “Guess I got
a little carried away.”
            Sirius swept over Remus and kissed him, ignoring the gagging noises
coming from the end of the bed. “Well, I didn’t really try to stop you,” Sirius
conceded.
            “Ugh, you guys, come on.” James adjusted his spectacles, and they
glinted malevolently in the hospital lighting. “So, it was all your fault, huh
Moony? Or should I say…” James leaned forward, “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen?”
            Remus groaned, and Sirius perked up a bit. “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen?”
He turned to Remus, laughing. “I like your new nickname, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen.
What do you think, Six-Fourteeny?”
            “Shut up, shut up Sirius. Or no more blowjobs, ever.” Remus’ voice
was muffled by his hands pressed to his face, but James obviously heard enough.
            “Whoa! What? Did you…whoa.” He leaned forward. “Was it…was it…good?
I mean, I heard it’s really great. Those Prewett brothers were talking once,
and said…”
            “James.” Sirius affixed one of his mostly deadly Black stares, and
immediately James backed off, dropping this issue. Remus’ blowjob-giving
abilities, no matter how incredibly amazing, were none of James’ bloody
business. He’d just have to find out on his own.
            Beneath him, Remus’ mouth opened in a jaw-cracking yawn. The sugar
in the chocolate was making him crash: Sirius was familiar with all of Remus’
post-moon habits. Now he’d want to sleep until supper. Sirius gestured at
James, who remained surprisingly obedient, bounding off the bed. “Alright, I
guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you at dinner, Siri. And I’ll see
you tonight in the dorms, Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen.”
            Remus grumbled something, but he was already too far asleep to put
up any sort of a fight. Carefully, Sirius pulled the covers up around them,
before affixing himself carefully to Remus’ side, arms wrapped protectively
around him. His kissed his neck again, settling in.
            “Mm, Siri?”
            “Yeah Remus?”
            “Sorry everyone keeps thinking everything’s your fault. If you
want, I’ll tell them six-fourteen was mine.”
            Sirius smiled into the skin of Remus’ neck. “It’s alright. Helps my
reputation, anyway, getting blamed for all the terrible stuff you do.”
            Another yawn stretched Remus’ jaw, and if Sirius wasn’t drifting
off to sleep with him, it might have sent a jolt of arousal through him to see
Remus’ jaw go so wide. “Don’t dothat much. You’re worse.”
            “Sure.” Sirius paused a moment, waiting until he was sure Remus was
drifting just too far to sleep to reply. Voice barely audible, he whispered
into Remus’ neck. “Mr. Rule Six-Fourteen.”
***** One Early Morning at Grimmauld Place *****
Chapter Summary
     The morning after Harry confronts Sirius and Remus in the kitchen,
     Harry reveals what he knows to Ron and Hermione. Meanwhile, Sirius
     and Remus are having some early-morning good-bye sex.
            Harry shook Ron gently. “Ron? Ron. Wake up.”
            “’S good. The…meat pies…”
            Harry rolled his eyes. Bloody Ron, always dreaming about food. At
least, Harry really hoped he was dreaming about food. Ew. “Ron. Ron, I gotta
tell you and Hermione something.”
            Ron finally moved, but it was only to shove a pillow over his head.
“Go ‘way, ‘rry. Sleep…”
            Harry backed away from the bed and considered. He couldn’t use
magic to wake Ron up. He could just ask the twins, but they’d probably hex him
just for waking them up. Or for the fun of it. Harry came to a decision,
darting forward and ripping the blanket off Ron.
            “Hey! Harry! Bloody hell, what’d you go and do that for?” Ron
glared, disgruntled and groggy, from his now sheet-less bed.
            “I’ve gotta tell you something about Sirius and Professor Lupin.
Now come on, help me get Hermione.”
            Ron perked up at that, though Harry couldn’t tell if he was
interested in the news about Sirius and Lupin, or about getting to wake up
Hermione. Shoving the thought of Ron and Hermione together to the farthest
corner of his mind (Harry’d dealt with enough gross couples today, thanks
much), him and Ron hurried out of the room, heading for Hermione’s.
**
            Sirius stirred from a restless sleep. There was something…warm.
Warm and wet. Oh, warm, wet, and sucking on his… “Remus, love. That feels
lovely, but what time is it?”
            Sirius cracked a bleary eye open enough to stare down at a
beautifully sleep-rumpled Remus, sliding his mouth off of Sirius’ morning
erection with a messy slurping noise. Merlin, Sirius loved that noise. But not
at…whatever time it was.
            “It’s five thirty, and I’ve got to leave by seven. I figured shag,
shower, breakfast, before I go?”
            Sirius stretched luxuriously, knowingly watching Remus’ eyes flick
down to his navel as his shirt hitched up. He reached down a hand and
encouraged Remus, who followed his lead and crawled his way up Sirius’ body.
They kissed languidly, tongues sliding over each other, slipping in and out of
their partner’s mouth. Sirius pulled back, resting his head back down on the
pillows. “Can we revise that schedule to include shagging after breakfast too?”
            Remus cocked his head to the side, mock-considering. His scruffy
hair fell sideways along with his head, and Sirius had to restrain himself from
reaching up and threading it through his fingers. “Well, if we shower together,
we could save some time.”
            Sirius nodded. “Very efficient.”
**
            “Hermione?” Harry and Ron were standing above Hermione’s bed. For
Harry’s part, he was doing his best to look like he had absolutely no ill
intentions, standing in Hermione’s bedroom at this too-early time of the
morning.
            In a second, Hermione was wide-awake, pulling the covers up around
her and staring at the two boys incredulously. “What are you doing in my room?”
            “Harry has news about Sirius and Professor Lupin being poofs! Oof!”
Ron rubbed at the side of his ribs where Harry elbowed him.
            “That’s my Goddad you’re talking about!”
            “Well, they are.”
            Hermione sniffed indignantly. “If you boys would quit name calling,
you might want to leave my room so I could get dressed?”
            Harry and Ron turned back to Hermione. Harry didn’t really see the
big deal: he could see her pajamas peaking out from the blankets. “You’ve got
pajamas on.”
            The two boys didn’t even see the pillow flying at them, until it
sent them stumbling out the door.
**
            After his languid awakening, Sirius decided to take thing in hand,
as it were. “Ah, Sirius!”
            Sirius grinned, hair falling in front of his face as he straddled
Remus, stroking his beautiful werewolf until he was a writhing, pleading mess
beneath him. “How long?”
            Remus tossed his head to the side, golden hair fanning out beneath
him on the pillow. “Ah, uh, ff-five forty-five. Ff-fifteen more minutes…”
            Sirius leaned down and kissed Remus, hand still working Remus
steadily between them. “Mm. No marathon session this morning, huh?”
            Remus’ breath huffed against Sirius’ face as he laughed shakily.
Sirius’ hair tickled his face under the onslaught of Remus’ breath. “Oh, like
you have that kind of stamina anymore, old ma-ah!”
            Sirius grinned, twisting two fingers again inside of Remus. “Hm?”
Sirius loved Remus like this: writhing, witty, and a sexy, debauched mess.
Remus moaned and thrust down onto Sirius’ fingers, then up into his hand. His
hips stuttered, undecided on rhythm as Sirius varied his fingers’ thrusts.
            “Ah, Sirius, please.”
            Sirius squinted down at Remus, tongue just poking out of the corner
of his mouth. One more thrust of his fingers, just there…
            Remus’ body shuddered beneath him, and Sirius immediately tightened
his  grip on the base of Remus’ shaft. “Don’t come yet.” Sirius leaned down and
nuzzled at Remus’ neck, nipping and licking slightly at his pulse point. “Ready
for me?”
            “Sirius…”
            Oh, Sirius loved to hear that – that beautiful, breathy moan,
Remus’ voice deep and sultry, just begging for him. Sirius lifted his head and
pressed his lips to Remus’ ear. “Say it.” He thrust his fingers against that
perfect spot within Remus again, making him keen and moan again. “Say it.”
            “Oh, Sirius,” Remus’ hands scrambled at Sirius’ back, bitten-off
nails skittering along the skin. Sirius shivered, just as eager as Remus.
“Sirius…” Remus wrapped a strong arm around Sirius and pulled himself up off
the bed, until his lips were level with Sirius’ ear. “Sirius, fuck me.”
            Sirius groaned and pulled his fingers out, fumbling blindly for his
wand so he could mutter a lubrication spell.
**
            With Hermione now successfully dressed, the three students stumbled
down the stairs of Grimmauld to the kitchen. Well, Ron stumbled, Harry trotted,
and Hermione primly stepped. As soon as they entered the kitchen, Hermione put
a pot on and set about getting the three of them breakfast. Harry slid into a
chair gratefully: Hermione was good at looking after them.
            “Alright, Harry, what’s the news?” Hermione was toasting bread and
pulling out a skillet for…eggs, looked like.
            Harry glanced over at Ron, who may or may not have passed out on
the kitchen table. Gentle snores drifted over into Harry’s hearing: definitely
fell back to sleep, then. “Ron? Ron, will you get up? I’ve got to tell you
about Sirius and Lupin!”
            Over at the stove, Hermione tutted. “You’ll never get him that way.
Ron?” She walked over, tapping him with a spatula. “I’m making bacon.”
            Immediately Ron’s head lifted. “Huh? What d’you want?”
            “Here, Ron: tea.” Hermione set a cup down in front of him and
Harry, sipping on one herself as she fried up the bacon and eggs. Harry and Ron
sipped on the tea gratefully, although Ron winced once or twice as he tried to
down it too quickly and it scalded him. “Alright, Harry. You’ve gotten us
awake. What did you find out about Sirius and Professor Lupin? Did you ask
about…” she waved the spatula vaguely, a blush staining her cheeks, “you know.
The rule?”
            Harry nodded. “I was getting a snack last night, and Sirius came
into the kitchen. I asked him about it, and then Lupin was outside the door, so
he came in and they talked to me about it.”
            Ron laughed into his tea. “Lupin was outside the door? What’d, they
come down for a snack together?”
            Harry shrugged. “I guess so. I tried not to think about it too
much.” He winced. “I…I think when they left, they were heading back up to…” he
waved his fingers around vaguely, “because Lupin’s leaving for a mission
today.”
            Hermione placed three plates down on the table, stacked with eggs,
bacon, and toast. Ron grinned broadly and tucked in. “Oh, Hermione, you’re the
best.” Mouth stuffed with food, he turned to Harry. “So, how do you reckon they
even…do…stuff? Is it just a bunch of wanking?”
            Instantly a barrage of coughing burst its way out of Hermione, and
she covered her mouth as her entire face went red. “Ron! Should we even be
talking about this? I mean, Professor Lupin was our professor! And Sirius is
Harry’s Goddad!”
            Ron shrugged one shoulder, still shoveling food into his mouth at
an alarming rate. Harry was personally impressed that he could somehow manage
semi-coherent speech without even breaking his rhythm. “What? Hey, I don’t like
to think about my parents doing it, but I still know how it works.” Oh, sure,
as if that made any sort of sense to Harry. Ugh, he shouldn’t have even brought
this up to his friends. He should have just said, yup, they’re a couple, and
then left the room.
            Hermione, bless her, steered the conversation in a safer direction.
“So, we know they were together when they were in school, because of rule six-
fourteen, right?” Harry nodded. “Well, are they still together? I mean,
everybody thought Sirius was a murder; they thought he had betrayed your
parents, Harry! Are they together now?”
            With a forkful of eggs halfway to his mouth, Harry paused. He
hadn’t even thought about all of that, about why Lupin would have thought
Sirius was the traitor, if they were together. “Well, I dunno what happened
back then, but they’re definitely together now. I mean, after I found out,
Sirius called Lupin ‘love’.”
            Immediately Ron’s face scrunched up. “Oh, that’s disgusting. Then
again,” he shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth, “probably not half
as disgusting as whatever they did last night. Ugh, to think we’re in the same
house…”
**
            Sirius groaned, clutching Remus’ thin hips as he entered him.
Beneath him, Remus was gripping at the sheets spasmodically, face screwed up in
pleasure, mouth hanging open in a silent gasp. Once Sirius was completely
inside, flush with Remus, he paused, panting heavily. “Good?”
            “Like your ego needs any stroking.” But Remus had reached up a hand
and was running it up and down Sirius’ arm, happiness belying the cutting
remark. “Though, speaking of stroking…” Remus raised his eyebrows and nodded
down at his neglected erection, which was leaking precome. For another moment
Sirius stayed still inside of him, transfixed by the sight of beads of precome
trailing down the shaft, settling in the thick nest of golden-brown pubic hairs
at the base.
            Not moving his hands, except to tighten his grip on Remus’ hips,
Sirius pulled his hips back, then thrust back in. Remus arched up beneath him,
moaning wantonly. His left hand left the sheets to stroke himself, but Sirius
batted it away, pulling out and slamming back in to emphasize his point. “Not
yet, love.”
            Remus’ hand went up to his hair instead, running through it
shakily. “Alright, alright. But would you – ah! Sir – ah!”
            Sirius started pounding into Remus, setting a brutal pace. After
all, they only had another ten minutes. Not that either of them would last
remotely that long. But Sirius kind of wanted to have a few minutes to bask in
the afterglow. He leaned down and kissed Remus, feeling his trapped erection
sliding between them as his hips continued to move. Remus moaned into his
mouth, and the kiss turned into more of a sharing of ragged breaths after just
a few moments.
            Remus’ hands ran up and down Sirius’ back, until the left settled
on his arse and squeezed tight. Sirius broke away from Remus’ mouth and buried
himself in his neck, making a noise that was most certainly not a whine. Remus’
hand encouraged him to press in further, and Sirius gripped Remus’ hips,
lifting him up higher and changing the angle.
            “Oh, Sirius, yes, there…” Remus’ body shuddered beneath him, and
Sirius could tell he was close.
            “Hold on. Want…”
            “Can’t, Siri. Please…”
            Sirius groaned as Remus’ body began to clench around him. He gave
in to Remus’ mumbled request: he could never deny him anything. He shifted and
moved one hand away from Remus’ hips and wrapped it around his weeping
erection. After just a few quick strokes, Remus was crying out beneath him,
coming. He clenched around Sirius, who stilled for a moment, gasping at the
sensation.
            As Remus came down from his orgasm, Sirius started to move inside
him again. Remus moaned at the over-stimulation, the sound of which just
encouraged Sirius to move faster. Face buried in Remus’ neck, Sirius felt a
hand thread through his hair. “Almost, Rem…” Remus shifted beneath him, and
then light kisses were being peppered on the side of his neck and face. With
one final thrust, Sirius came inside Remus, whole body shaking with his orgasm.
            He came down to the sensation of Remus stroking his hair softly,
muttering nonsense phrases in his ear. Shifting, Sirius pulled out and rolled
to the side. Remus made a little whimpering noise as he did, and Sirius
grinned, suddenly feeling warmer inside than even his recent orgasm would
normally warrant. “You alright?”
            Remus’ hand flopped at Sirius’ stomach, in what, Sirius assumed,
was a half-hearted attempt at a slap. But it just came to rest there, stroking
softly at the coarse hairs that peppered his chest and stomach. “With your
insatiable sexual appetite? Never. You wear me out.”
            The hand left his stomach and Sirius frowned, turning to lie on his
side. Remus was fumbling around on the nightstand for a wand, muttering a quick
cleaning spell once he found it. Then he was back, turned on his side to face
Sirius.
            “I don’t like you going on these missions. Not with your health the
way it is.” Sirius knew how Remus would react – they had this argument every
time; they had it even before Azkaban. But he still had to say it, every time.
            Remus closed his eyes briefly. Sirius didn’t like that: didn’t like
not getting to see those beautiful, amber eyes. He reached a hand up to cup
Remus’ cheek, encouraging him with gentle strokes of his thumb to open them
again. He did, and Sirius almost regretted it. Almost.
            “You act like my ailment is a new thing, like it’s something I
haven’t been living with almost my whole life.”
            Sirius moved his hand to slide down Remus’ body: ghosting over his
neck, caressing his shoulder, tickling at his ribs and hips. He cracked a grin.
“Yeah, but we’re old men now. Our health is worse, regardless of other furry
little problems.”
            Remus rolled his eyes and grabbed at Sirius’ hand, taking it and
nipping at the fingers. “Would you please remind my body of its age next time
we shag three times in one night?”
            Grinning widely, but without the conviction behind it that he
normally had, Sirius pulled Remus tight against him. “I’m going to miss you.”
            He could feel Remus sigh into his shoulder, but his hands reached
up and stroked Sirius’ back lightly. “I know. I’ll be back. Just two weeks.”
Reluctantly, Sirius let Remus squirm backwards, out of his tight embrace.
Remus’ eyes turned wicked, and Sirius grinned more easily back at him. “Shower,
now?”
**
            Hermione yanked Ron’s mostly-finished plate out from him. “Sorry,
you finished? Or did you need to keep food in your mouth constantly so we
wouldn’t have to listen to you say rude things about Harry’s Goddad?”
            Harry might have laughed at the expression on Ron’s face, if he
wasn’t somewhat sympathetic toward his feelings. It was a little…weird…to think
about Sirius and Professor Lupin doing something together. Whatever it was.
            “Besides, they probably just have intercrural sex.”
             A loud clatter filled the room, and it was a moment before Harry
realized it was the sound of his fork dropping from his fingers and onto his
plate. “What…what’s…”
            Hermione was studiously facing away from them, hands busy at the
sink, washing dishes the muggle way. “It’s...thighs. It means ‘between the
thighs’.”
            “Huh? How do you have sex with…” Harry glanced over at Ron, who was
looking confused. Quickly Harry made a gesture with his fingers, shoving the
index finger of one hand between the index and middle finger of his other.
Instantly, Ron’s expression changed from confusion to disgust. “Oh, oh!
Hermione, how do you know about these things?!”
            “Maybe you should pay attention to your history books sometime. The
sections on Greco-Roman wizards were quite illuminating on the subject.”
            Harry waved his hand. “Okay, I really, really don’t want to ask
this, but now I have to.” He swallowed thickly before continuing on. “Why do
you say probably intercrural?”
            Even with her back turned, Harry could tell she was blushing: the
tips of her ears were turning red. She spun around, hair flying, and now Harry
could see her entire face was beet red. “Why don’t you just ask them yourself?
Why am Isuddenly the expert on gay sex?”
            “Wow. That’s a pretty odd thing for you to be an expert in,
Hermione.”
            Three sets of teenager’s eyes shot to the doorway to the kitchen.
There stood Sirius and Lupin: the former grinning broadly, hands in his pockets
and hair still dripping on his collar; the latter running a hand through damp
hair and blushing furiously. They looked…well, well-shagged. Harry tried to
stifle the thought even as it bubbled up, but it was certainly true. Sirius had
a sort of exuberant glow about him, and Lupin, even through his embarrassment,
looked rather pleased with himself.
            “Don’t you children have anything else to talk about?” Lupin
fumbled with his robes, barely making eye contact with the teenagers as he
spoke to them.
            Harry blushed deep red. Bollocks. He turned back to look at
Hermione, who looked just about as mortified as any human being could possibly
look. “I…I’m…Professor Lupin! Mr. Black! I…the…the boys…”
            But Sirius had already crossed the kitchen and was poking at the
leftovers from the breakfast Hermione had made. “Hey, I thought you kids
weren’t old enough to use magic outside of Hogwarts?”
            “We aren’t.”
            Sirius had a mouthful of bacon and was gesturing for Lupin to come
over. He did, though Harry noticed it was only after a hesitant glance at his
former students. “Remus, love, try this.” Harry had to kick Ron under the
table, who started sputtering into his refilled (courtesy of Hermione) mug of
tea, as Sirius fed Lupin a piece of bacon. “Did you cook this without magic,
Harry?”
            “Um…”
            “It was…I cooked.” Hermione had moved away from the two older men,
and was now sitting at the table between Harry and Ron, hands wrapped around
her tea. “My parents are muggles, so I can cook without magic.”
            Sirius nudged Lupin as he polished off the eggs with a fork. “Too
bad she has to go back to Hogwarts this fall; I’d keep you on all year to cook
for me, Hermione dear.” Harry watched as Lupin busied himself with making two
cups of tea for himself and Sirius. The two moved around each other in the
kitchen like…like an old married couple.
            “That’s what Snape meant!”
            All four pairs of eyes turned their focus onto Harry. He ruffled
his hair, embarrassed. “I just mean…in the Shrieking Shack. He said…you two…”
Harry waved a hand vaguely, “said you were ‘bickering like an old married
couple’.”
            Sirius grinned as he plopped himself down in a chair. Lupin sat
down next to him, somewhat more sedately. “Oh, yeah. He knows too. Well, how he
could not.” Sirius leered at Lupin, who somehow managed to sigh at the same
time as he drank his tea.
            “Snape may have caught me and Sirius in…compromising positions,
once or twice when we were in school.”
            “Twelve times, actually, if memory serves. And I personally found
most of the positions quite comfortable. Well, except the one time behind the
suits of armor…”
            “Ugh!”
            Harry and Hermione both kicked Ron under the table, while Lupin did
the same to Sirius. “Sorry, Ron. Sirius forgets propriety, at times.”
            Sirius leaned to the side and nuzzled at Lupin’s shoulder. “Which
is why I have my Moony to remind me.”
            Harry decided he wasn’t going to bother trying to reprimand Ron
anymore, who was making gagging noises next to him. Honestly, he sort of felt
like joining him.
            “So, how did you two meet?” Bless Hermione. It may have not been
exactly the right question, but at least she was trying. “I…I mean, I know you
met at Hogwarts, but…”
            Lupin glanced over at Sirius. “It was one day after the full moon.
Third year. I was a mess: I think some students must have come too close to the
Shack and the wolf caught their scent, because I had torn myself up worse than
normal. Sirius was beside himself with worry.” Lupin grinned dreamily and
looked over at Sirius, who was looking equally as sappy right back. Harry
wondered if this was what having loving parents was like: if his parents would
have been like this with each other. “Madam Pomfrey actually had to hex you,
right?”
            “I tried to crawl into bed with Remus, and when she dragged me away
I sort of…well, I stomped on her foot, and tried to run past. She didn’t hex
me.” Sirius rolled his eyes haughtily, and for a moment Harry could see the
pureblood in him. “She hit me with a binding spell. Wouldn’t let me go for
hours, until Remus was awake and had food in him. Even then, I had to promise
to stay in the chair next to the bed.”
            Lupin picked up the story, obviously warming to the idea of telling
this sort of thing to his students. Harry honestly preferred Lupin to do the
telling: at least then Harry knew he wouldn’t hear anything too scarring. “When
he finally sat next to me, Sirius burst into tears. I didn’t know what to do: I
mean, we were 13, nearing 14. And there was Sirius Black, crying like his heart
was breaking, next to me.”
            “It was.” The quiet remark from Sirius garnered the attention of
everyone at the table. Wow. If there was any lingering doubts or discomfort in
Harry, it was gone now. He had never seen Sirius so quiet, so serious, around
anyone before. Sirius cleared his throat and grinned a little shakily. “I
just…didn’t know what to do. I knew I liked Remus…like that, you know. I had
already had my freak-out with James earlier that year. But Remus didn’t know,
and I was just so afraid I was going to lose him…”
            Lupin slipped a hand over Sirius’ on the table, and Sirius glanced
sidelong at him. Harry had a feeling that the adults were talking about
something other than this old memory from third year, but he wasn’t sure about
what. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know about what. “I didn’t know how to calm
him down, to prove I was going to be alright. So I nipped at his fingers.”
            Sirius grinned as Lupin brought his hand to his mouth and reenacted
the gesture. Sirius pulled Lupin’s hand to his mouth and held it there,
tantalizingly. “Then I was in a bit of a state of shock for a moment, thinking
that Remus was confessing his love for me – just like in all of my fantasies.
So I kissed his hand…” Sirius pressed his lips to Lupin’s hand, lips lingering
there longer than Harry felt strictly necessary, or appropriate.
            “Of course, I wasn’t trying to tell Sirius anything of the sort, I
was just trying to convince him I was okay. But, with the subject broached…”
Lupin shrugged. “Let’s just say I didn’t fight it.”
            “What…what about, after? With Harry’s parents, and Azkaban…” Harry
glared at Hermione. If she hadn’t been brilliant the entire rest of the morning
he could have hit her.
            The change in the two men was instantaneous. Lupin looked like he
might try to kill himself for the guilt, and Sirius…Sirius just shut down,
completely and utterly. “Maybe…some other time.” Lupin cleared his throat and
moved his hand out of Sirius’ grip, looking anywhere but at his three former
students. He glanced at his watch and sighed heavily. “Sirius, I have to…”
            “I know.” Sirius picked up their mugs without looking at Lupin,
carrying them to the sink.
            Before getting up, Lupin glanced at the three of them for a moment,
hesitating. Hermione got the message, and she stood up, ushering the boys out
of the room. Harry followed her lead, and helped drag Ron away with her.
            As they left the kitchen, Harry hesitated, turning back for a
moment. He watched surreptitiously as Lupin stood up and went over to Sirius,
who was still standing at the sink, hands curled around the edges. Lupin
reached a hand up and rubbed at the small of Sirius’ back. To his surprise,
Harry watched as Sirius turned into Lupin and buried his face in his neck,
whole body shuddering. They embraced tightly for a long moment.
            Harry was going to leave, feeling like he was intruding on an
intimate moment. Then Sirius pulled back, cupping Lupin’s face in both hands.
Lupin kept his hands on Sirius’ waist; Harry noticed his thumb stroking subtly.
“Please be safe. Please.”
            “Siri…”
            “Promise. Please.”
            Harry watched as Lupin sighed, then moved a hand from Sirius’ waist
to gently tug one of Sirius’ hands from his face. He bent his head and nipped
at the fingers gently. From behind the threshold, Harry swallowed. He felt sick
any time Ron or Hermione were in danger; he couldn’t imagine what Sirius must
feel. Especially being cooped up here, with nothing he could do to help.
            Lupin released Sirius’ hand, and the two men kissed. Harry took
that as his final cue to leave, sneaking back down the hallway to meet back up
with Ron and Hermione. They were arguing: Hermione had her hands on hips,
sporting her best mature expression and posture. “Go look it up yourself if
you’re so curious! I’m not going to be your sexual encyclopedia! Oh, hi Harry.
Everything alright?”
            Harry shrugged, ruffling up his hair a bit. “Yeah. Just…” Harry
glanced back toward the kitchen, shrugging again. “Dunno. It’s nothing.”
            Hermione nodded. “Alright. Well, come on. I wanted to show you two
some of the books I read over the summer, anyway. We might as well do that now,
while everyone else is still asleep.”
            Hermione and Ron started up the stairs, Ron grumbling something
about going back to sleep. A moment more, and one last glance to the kitchen.
Then Harry was running up the stairs after them, pushing thoughts of Sirius and
Lupin to the back of his mind.
 
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