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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black/Lily_Evans, Sirius_Black/Original
      Female_Character, Sirius_Black/Gideon_Prewett, Remus_Lupin/Lily_Evans_-
      Relationship, Remus_Lupin/Original_Female_Character, Remus_Lupin/Gideon
      Prewett
  Character:
      Sirius_Black, Remus_Lupin, Lily_Evans, Gideon_Prewett, Original_Female
      Character
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Slash, marauder-era, Fluff, Humor, Gossip, Threesomes, surprise
      kinks, Mary_Sue, but_only_for_a_little_bit, Misunderstandings, Afterglow
      is_important
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      Published: 2011-12-25 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 9418
****** The Perpetual Rebound ******
by penlex
Summary
     Sirius likes sex. He sleeps with random girls (and sometimes boys).
     Little does he know, Remus has done some of his own sleeping around,
     and they seem to have a lot in common...
Notes
     originally posted on hpfandom.net, back in the day. unedited in the
     move. a relic.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The First *****
It all started innocently enough, Remus supposed. Well, not really – Sirius was
involved, after all. But on Remus’s part all was innocent. At first.
The first one was Lily, which had greatly surprised Remus. After all, Lily
hated all four of them. Well, the three of them, who didn’t constitute an ‘us’
in Remus’s case.
Anyway, the first one was Lily. Sirius and James had made a bet. The agreement
was this – if Sirius could get Lily to sleep with him within two weeks, he was
God and James would pay him ten galleons. If not, he would pay James four. The
reason was this – James was trying to console himself on, yet again, failing to
woo Lily himself by saying that she was either a) a lesbian or b) completely
heartless and that, with either option, no man could get in her pants, no
matter his charm. Sirius told him he was mental, and thus the bet.
So, the first one was Lily.
Remus definitely had doubts that Lily was Sirius’s first, but she was Remus’s.
Sirius had succeeded with flying colours. His nickname was now not Padfoot but
Zeus, King of All Gods, and he had come into possession of not ten but eleven
brand new shiny gold galleons. And bragging rights, which, according to Sirius,
were the best part. He even bragged to Lily, rudely calling her Evans the whole
time.
Lily and Remus were friends – just friends, really! She talked to him about
everything, and he talked to her about everything except being a Lycanthrope
and Sirius. Sirius, inexplicably, was always a touchy subject, even before Lily
was the First One.
She was talking to him about Sirius when the anti-innocence started. She was
allowed to talk about anything, after all, but when it was Sirius, Remus was a
little quieter than usual. He was sure that was okay, though. Usually, when
Lily talked about Sirius, she needed to vent. Saying too much to a venting Lily
could be hazardous to one’s health.
“I mean, I know the arsehole’s your you friend, Remus, but honestly. He’s got
to be the world’s biggest berk.” Lily had told him harshly. They’d been in the
girls’ dormitory. (Together, they’d found a way to let Remus up there. He’d
been reluctant at first, but Lily had told him that any girl who didn’t trust
him when in her pants was completely insane, anyway. In fact, Lily undressed in
front of Remus all the time. He always ended up blushing, and failing miserably
while trying not to stare.)
Remus nodded. He honestly didn’t have any trouble at all believing Sirius to be
a berk. It was, after all the truth, and one cannot really deny the truth. Not
really.
Lily was changing into her pyjamas. She pulled off her shirt – Remus blushed –
and moved to unhook her bra. Remus was going to stop her, really, he was, but
he wasn’t quite fast enough.
“Whoa, Lily, what –” The bra fell to the floor. Remus swallowed hard. “– are
you doing?” he muttered to the ceiling.
“Oh, drop the façade, Remus,” Lily said irritably. “We both know you’re about
as gay as they come.” She slipped off her jeans, revealing a thong. Remus
squeaked.
“Um, we do?” Again, to the ceiling, though he couldn’t exactly help seeing Lily
out of the corner of his eye. She’d frozen.
“You’re not gay?” she asked.
“Um, no?” Remus really wished the ceiling would talk back. Maybe that would be
a good enough distraction. Lily snorted.
“You honestly expect me to believe that, Remus?” she wondered. “No offence.”
She went to pull off the thong, and Remus slapped both hands over his eyes.
“No, really Lily, I’m not!” he assured her desperately. He gulped again, not
really meaning to peer through two fingers so he could still see her. “Please,
please, put some clothes on,” he begged, covering his eyes fully again.
And then she was almost on top of him – he could smell her, so close, and so
naked. She pulled his hands away from his face and put them on her breasts
instead, kissing him. Remus was too shocked to react, at first, but then he
jumped away.
“Whoa, Lily,” he soothed, as if calming a frightened horse. “Whoa.” She smiled
and approached again, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He wanted to push
her away, but all his instincts – especially strong, thanks to ‘His Furriness’
– demanded he not resist her advances.
“I don’t want to be like him, Lily,” Remus managed feebly. “Everyone he’s ever
slept with no doubt hates him.”
“I’m not allowed to hate you, Remus,” Lily replied. “I’m using you.”
And so the first one was Lily.
***** A Rainy Rendezvous *****
The rain was pouring down in copious amounts all over Hogsmeade. There wasn’t a
single place you could escape from it; even the roof of the Three Broomsticks
was leaking. Not that it would’ve mattered if she could’ve escaped the rain;
she had to be back at Hogwarts in five minutes, before the gates closed and she
was locked out of the school until the next Hogsmeade weekend.
Natalie trudged through the mud, cursing and swearing under her breath. Another
roar of thunder sounded through the town, shaking the very sky itself. It
rumbled on, seeming to get closer. Then there was lightning. Lightning that
didn’t flash, but just lit up the street and stayed. Natalie paused and looked
behind her.
It was Black. On his motorcycle. There was a rumour going around school that it
flew. Natalie rolled her eyes. Black was such a show off. Not that he didn’t
deserve to be; after all, he was the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts, including
the upper-classmen.
“Hey, Nat!” Black called down to her from his bike. He was the only person in
the entire world that called her Nat. She hated it. “Aw, mate, you wanna ride
back?” He was also the only person in the entire world that called her mate.
She hated that, too.
But what did she have to lose, anyway? It was either that or trudge up to
Hogwarts in the mud, and most likely not make it in time. She sighed, rolling
her eyes, and shrugged.
“Sure, I suppose,” she said. He smiled that charming smile that always disarms
you, no matter how hard you try not to let it; the one that just freezes you in
place, even though Sirius Black is picking you up and putting you in front of
him on his flying motorcycle.
Black leaned up close to her to put his hands on the handlebars of his bike and
revved the engine.
“Ready?” he whispered in her ear. Natalie shivered, and nodded. She definitely
was ready.
Remus nearly tripped when walking up the stairs from the library to the
Gryffindor Common room. He adjusted the seven heavy books in his arms and
continued up the steps, watching his footing more carefully now.
Despite his careful watch, Remus didn’t quite see the small huddle of girl that
was crying in the corner of the stairwell. He tripped violently over her
stretched out leg, spilling his books everywhere. Hearing her soft sobbing,
Remus pushed the books into something vaguely resembling a pile next to her,
and turned to help without getting up.
It was Natalie. She was one of Remus’s closest friends, outside of Lily
(personally, Remus was surprised that she was still friends – and just friends
– with him after she was the First One) and the Marauders, and he wanted to
help her. In the time he’d known her, she had been easy to make cry, but hard
to push out of the cheerful and attentive atmosphere of her friends and Common
Room in Hufflepuff. He wondered what could have happened.
“Natalie?” Remus touched her shoulder gently, and she flew into his arms. He
blinked a few times in surprise, but then hugged her and rocked her side to
side a little bit. That had always seemed to calm her down so she could think
about whatever it was that was wrong and put it into proportion. “What’s
wrong?”
“S-S-S –”
“Sirius?” Remus offered. Natalie nodded vigorously, with a hiccup. Remus rolled
his eyes. “Yes, he can be a bit of a prat, can’t he? What did he do?”
“Me!” Natalie said, sobbing harder than ever all over the front of Remus’s
baby-blue button-down shirt, rolled up to the elbow. He rubbed her back
soothingly, even though, “Oh,” was all he could come up with to say.
Remus held Natalie there on the floor, ignoring his books, until she stopped
crying. With a hiccup, she partially uncurled herself from him and looked him
in the face.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely. “I don’t know too many people who would
have done that. I mean, aside from girls.” Remus stared at her with a resigned-
looking expression on his face, until she giggled, and covered her mouth with
one hand.
“I’m sorry!” she said, with another giggle. “That sounded almost like an
insult, didn’t it?” Remus nodded almost imperceptibly. He didn’t want to upset
her again, and it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to being called a girl, anyway.
He was friends with Sirius, after all.
With another giggle (Remus personally didn’t find it all that funny) Natalie
shook her head at herself, and then curled up against Remus’s chest again.
“That’s good, though, you know,” she told Remus quietly. “Being sensitive like
that. Because, sometimes a girl just isn’t enough.” Natalie glanced up at Remus
through her lashes. “Sometimes that’s not enough upper-body strength for a good
hug.” Remus smiled and squeezed her shoulders. She sighed, resting her head
against his chest, and he put his chin on the top of her head, enjoying the
smell of her hair.
After a while Natalie spoke again. “If someone sees us like this, everyone’s
going to think we’re dating.” Remus chuckled lightly, the sound coming out like
a snort because of his nose’s proximity to Natalie’s hair.
“Nah,” he assured her. “They all think I’m gay.” Natalie laughed, and Remus was
glad to hear the sound, because it meant that she definitely wasn’t crying
anymore.
“You’re not?” she asked. Remus wasn’t quite as glad to hear that. He sighed
(more like huffed) into Natalie’s hair. “I take that as a no. You know, even
Lily thinks you’re gay?” Now Remus smiled again, flooded suddenly with memory.
“Not anymore.” Remus had meant it to come out like a statement that had
obviously been proven several times, but instead it came out kind of like a
purr. Natalie gasped and pushed back from him slightly, looking up again.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” she demanded. Remus blushed, regretting
saying anything. But he nodded anyway. The only person he’d ever lied to was
Sirius. He wasn’t going to change that now. Natalie cocked her head in thought.
“Are you still sleeping with her?” Remus shook his head.
“It was a one-time thing,” he said quietly, with no small amount of… longing,
maybe? Natalie’s eyes narrowed.
“So you’re like Black, then,” she growled. Remus shook his head quickly.
“Definitely not. In fact, I pride myself on not being like him. Strange isn’t
it, being that he’s my best friend?” But Natalie didn’t stop glaring.
“If you’re not like Black, why was it a one-time thing?” Remus sighed. He
didn’t really want to have to explain this. He would anyway, though, they both
knew he would. He didn’t want Natalie to be mad at him. Not only did he highly
value her friendship, but (despite her house) Natalie was definitely in to
revenge something fierce.
“Well, she’d just slept with Sirius, you see –”
“So you took advantage of her!” Natalie snapped, trying to get away from him.
He held her fast, using that upper-body strength she’d mentioned earlier. He
had a lot more of it than people gave him credit for.
“No! That’s not it at all, Natalie. Just hear me out, okay?” She settled down a
little, but was still leaning away from him and glaring. “Okay, so she’d just
slept with Sirius, and obviously was upset. She wasn’t upset like you were –
are, though. She was more angry and she needed to vent, so she was venting to
me, and then she was undressing and I was trying not to look –”
“Trying, Remus?” Remus gave Natalie a very desperate-seeming look.
“Contrary to popular belief, I do not possess super-human self-control, and
Lily is very attractive,” he explained. Natalie rolled her eyes, definitely
muttering ‘boys’ under her breath. Remus ignored that and continued. “Anyway,
she told me to stop pretending to need to try not to look, because I was gay,
and I tried to convince her that I wasn’t and she didn’t believe me, and then
she was practically naked, and then she was naked, and then she was taking my
hands off of my eyes, and then they were on her breasts, and –” Remus took a
breath and let it out in a rush. “Needless to say, it all happened very
quickly, and it was hectic, and very good.” He blushed crimson at the last,
having not meant to say it out loud. But Natalie was smiling. That was a good
idea.
“So she used you,” she clarified. Remus nodded.
“She even told me that’s what she was doing,” he said. “And that she wasn’t
allowed to hate me like she hated Sirius.” Natalie cocked her head.
“Ditto,” she said. Remus barely had time to register the word before Natalie
was snogging him. Remus pushed her away gently, and was about to tell her no,
but he was distracted by the calculating look on her face.
“What’s that look for?” he asked her. She smiled mischievously.
“Didn’t you know? You can tell where a person’s sensitive spots are by their
personality.” After a few more seconds in which Remus processed this new
information, Natalie put one finger on the back of his neck, where his skull
met his spine, and one in the small of his back under his shirt. She pushed
gently, and then rolled the two fingers around twice.
Remus gasped, and let a small, “oh,” escape his lips. He was surprised at the
amount of pleasure he felt at those two fingers and those two spots. Natalie’s
smile grew to a grin.
“Is your resistance waning, Remus?” she asked.
Natalie was the second one.
***** Prude *****
They’d dated for two weeks (Sirius had complained to Remus about how prude she
was the whole time) before having sex. Remus could see Sirius waiting for him
in the doorway of the staircase up to the boys’ dormitories, ready to tell all
about it. Remus knew he’d get bored and run off any second. Probably after
another girl.
Remus didn’t really care that he wouldn’t get the scoop. He knew what Sirius
would say this time, anyway. Oh, she was great, yeah, amazing, she was. But
just not Afterglow Material, this time. I’ll give her another chance down the
road, though. She’ll get better. Remus was not in the mood to listen to it.
Amy was his friend, too, and she was crying right now, on top of him. She
wasn’t even fully dressed, Sirius had kicked her out so soon. Her bra strap was
down nearly to her elbow, giving Remus the definite suspicion that she hadn’t
hooked it before leaving. Her shirt was crooked, her jeans were open, and she
only had one sock on much less any shoes. Her makeup (Remus had always thought
she wore too much) was smeared and her blonde hair was sticking up at odd
angles.
“He kicked me out as soon as we were done, Remus!” Amy shouted. Well, sobbed,
really, but in an extremely loud manner. Remus flinched.
“I know,” Remus tried soothingly. Amy hit his shoulders with shaking fists.
“He kicked me out! He said, ‘Sorry, Amy, but you’re just not Afterglow
Material.’ How can you be friends with him, Remus?” Remus sighed and closed his
eyes as Amy rested her head on his shoulder, her makeup and tears staining his
khaki button-down (sleeves rolled up to the elbows) a muddy-looking brown.
“I don’t know,” he answered her. The response he got was a watery, “Not
Afterglow Material…” With another sigh, more annoyed this time, Remus pulled
Amy up straight and looked directly into her eyes with an intensity he reserved
for life-threatening situations and Lily (which could be near-identical
things,depending on the circumstances).
“Amy,” he said. “Sirius has got to have slept with about a thousand girls, and
every single one of them he’s deemed ‘not Afterglow Material.’ I’m sure you
were wonderful, Amy. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” That only made Amy cry
harder, and Remus wondered what he’d said wrong.
“You really mean it, Remus?” she asked, staining the shoulder of his shirt some
more. She continued without giving him a chance to reply. “Oh, thank you, Remus
– you always know what to say.” Remus smiled in relief, glad he hadn’t hurt her
like Sirius so obviously had.
“Hey,” he asked. “Wanna go get some chocolate? I bet it’ll make you feel
better.” Remus definitely knew for sure that chocolate would make Amy feel
better. Chocolate could make you feel better no matter what, he knew it from
experience. To Remus’s delight, Amy sat up and grinned brightly at him.
“Sure do,” she said. She got off him and straightened her shirt, leading the
way out, Remus, weak with relief, following.
Thinking back on it, Remus could say with conviction that none of it had been
his fault. Amy had lured him into it with chocolate. Sure, there was plenty
more chocolate in the kitchens, but Amy definitely had the best piece in the
whole batch.
Amy was pushing him backwards now, kissing his neck. His eyes were closed. Amy
put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him roughly down.
Remus landed on a bed, but he was much too caught up to object now. He slid a
hand gracefully up Amy’s jean-clad leg and quickly slipped it underneath the
still undone waistline. She arched her back at his touch, leaning her head
back, her blonde hair cascading down to tickle his knuckles. Her breasts ended
up nearly in his face. With a small smile, Remus stuck his tongue between them.
She giggled.
Amy pushed Remus backwards, and he followed the 'suggestion' without any kind
of resistance, even pulling her with him. She licked a trail down his cheek and
slid her hands under his shirt.
Amy was the third one..
***** Bad Remus *****
They all really should’ve known from the light thumping noises coming from
upstairs, but they hadn’t heard any moans, so they let it go. Remus realized
the mistake when a girl came storming down the stairs and out of the room with
only most, but not all, of her clothes on, the words ‘arsehole’ and ‘pig’ the
only things intelligible in her angry muttering. Remus saw as she passed that
there were tear tracks down her cheeks.
The girl’s name was Madeline. She and Remus weren’t friends, but even so, Remus
was especially peeved about Sirius’s latest conquest. Sirius came down the
stairs next, looking extremely satisfied with himself. Remus glared at him.
“A fourth year, Sirius?” he growled. “Really?” Honestly, Remus thought as he
left the Common Room after Madeline. How low could you get?
“Madeline!” Remus called after the retreating figure. “Hey, Madeline!” She
whirled around, tears falling again.
“Oh, fuck off, Lupin; the four of you are all exactly the same! Well, I’ve
learned my lesson and you’re not getting in my pants!” The people in the Common
Room could all see it. At first Remus looked hurt, but then, one feature at a
time, his facial expression changed into one of righteous, insulted anger. He
folded his arms.
“I beg your pardon.” The entire Common Room flinched. Not one of them (except
Sirius) had ever heard Remus Lupin speak that coldly to anyone except Sirius.
The Portrait Hole decided that moment would be a good one to close, to the
chagrin of the Common Room’s current inhabitants. They all wondered what would
happen to Madeline. Well, all except Lily and Amy. They already knew what would
happen. In their minds, it was officially just what happened in this situation.
Remus caught up with Madeline in a hallway just outside the Charms corridor.
She turned on him when it was obvious that she couldn’t outrun him, and slapped
him hard in the face. Remus put a hand to his cheek.
“Hey!” he protested indignantly. “I didn’t do anything to you!” She glared
fiercely at him.
“No, but your best mate did,” she growled.
“We’re not the same person.” Remus’s growl was much more intimidating, without
being any manlier at all. It was more beastly instead. And then he was up
against the wall, with a fourth year Slytherin’s tongue down his throat. He
pushed her gently away.
“Like I said, Madeline,” he soothed. “We’re not the same person.”
“I know,” she said. “But I’ve heard from the other girls… The ones who slept
with you right after that pig… You’ll let me stay as long as I want, won’t
you?” Remus sighed.
“Madeline –” But then she bit him, and all semblance of reason fled his mind.
Remus was thoroughly enjoying himself. For a fourth year, Madeline was
extremely good in bed. Actually, for any year, she was extremely good in bed.
She was fast-pace, kinky, and creative. She didn’t care if Remus was rough; in
fact she liked it very much, and was rough back. And she didn’t mind making a
bit of noise, either.
Madeline’s nails scraped slowly down Remus’s sides. Remus panted in her ear.
He’d never thought that being scratched could feel so good, but he loved it. He
bit the lobe of Madeline’s ear, and she laughed a low and sexy chuckle.
Madeline’s hands moved away from Remus’s sides to smack his arse lightly,
urging him to increase his pace while Madeline’s tongue drew wet patterns down
his neck. He obeyed her silent request.
“Yes,” she hissed. Slytherins always seemed to hiss things. Remus wondered why
he’d never realized how hot that was before. Madeline moaned quietly as Remus
lightly circled her nipple with the tip of his thumb and pinched the skin of
her neck between his teeth. Remus definitely enjoyed biting.
Madeline was scratching him again, this time across his back. She’d courteously
managed to avoid scratching any of his scars so far, but she was on perilous
territory now, and she didn’t seem to be paying attention. Remus wasn’t
worried, though. He’d discovered pain as a source of pleasure, and if she hurt
him now, he knew he would love it.
Madeline’s nails scraped against one of Remus’s scars just as he thought that
he’d love it. He’d definitely been right. It felt so good. Remus cried out in
pleasure. He’d never done that before.
“Aahh, do it again,” he growled in her ear. She gave him another sexy chuckle
before obeying. She scratched a bigger, more sensitive scar, and she scratched
it hard. Remus bit her shoulder, just as hard, and a loud moan clawed its way
out his throat and into her skin, which broke under the assault of Remus’s
teeth. He let go when she did, and he panted against the teeth-marks, making
her moan. She scratched him again.
“Yes! Oh god, Madeline, yes. Oh, again.” The words were coming out of Remus’s
mouth without his consent, but he didn’t care as long as Madeline kept
scratching him like that. She dug her nails in as hard as she could, and Remus
cried out again. He bit her ear, her neck, her shoulder. He squeezed her
breasts, not too hard, but definitely not gently either. She moaned his given
name as he ran his tongue over every one of his bites. Madeline moved her hands
around to Remus’s front, pausing, nails to skin, at a scar on Remus’s hip. He
moaned just in anticipation.
“Yes,” he told her. “Them too.” She proceeded to scratch just about every scar
on Remus’s body. It was, without even a shadow of a doubt, the best sex Remus
had ever had.
“Scratch harder,” he kept snarling in Madeline’s ear. She’d chuckle and scold
him, “Bad Remus, what a dirty request.” But she obeyed every time, and that was
all Remus had cared about at the time.
This was going to happen again.
***** Such Gossip *****
“I was his first,” Lily bragged.
“I got him to tell me all about you,” Natalie countered.
“Oh, yeah?” Amy said. “Well, I introduced him to foodsmut.” Lily and Natalie
raised their eyebrows in question. “Chocolate,” Amy told them, as if it were
the most obvious thing in the world, which if you knew Remus very well, it was.
There was a low chuckle from the corner where Madeline, a Slytherin fourth year
leaned against the wall nursing a butterbeer. With a gracefully raised eyebrow,
she moved away from the wall to perch on the arm of Natalie’s chair.
“I got him to shout,” she hissed to the other three girls. They gasped. “And I
slept with him twice.”
“Well,” Lily said reasonably. “Did you sleep with Black twice?” Madeline shook
her head, then snorted.
“Barely even once, he kicked me out so soon,” she muttered, taking another sip
of her drink. The other three nodded. They knew how she felt.
They’d been surprised to see her here. Lily had used a spell (one of her own
invention, a charm) to detect every girl who’d ever slept with Remus. They
couldn’t fake it because the spell looked for both his magical and physical
signature on them. The spell would then send out invitations to tea every
Wednesday to the girls. Contrary to popular belief, Lily loved to gossip, and
Remus was one of her favourite people to talk about. She wanted to know what he
was up to.
The room Lily had picked for the occasion currently held about eight girls, and
according to the record of invites her spell had made for her, two more should
be coming.
“So… How did you do it?” Natalie asked Madeline timidly. Madeline grinned
wickedly at her companions.
“I scratched him,” she said simply.
“You scratched him?” Amy repeated dumbly. Madeline nodded.
“On his scars. You know, the ones on his back. And his chest. There are some on
his face, too, but I didn’t scratch those, obviously.”
“And he liked that?” Lily wondered.
“Well, he shouted, didn’t he?” Madeline demanded. “And he begged me to do it
again.”
“He didn’t beg,” Amy contradicted, leaning back in her chair as if that proved
her point.
“He did,” Madeline insisted. “Over and over again.”
“He did not beg,” Amy retorted.
“Yes, he did,” Madeline assured her. “Of course, he begged in a rather forceful
and demanding way, but he definitely begged.”
“Hm,” Natalie said.
“What?” asked Lily. Natalie shrugged.
“Trying to imagine Remus forceful and demanding…” Madeline grinned.
“He bites too,” she told them. Contrary to popular belief, Madeline loved to
gossip too, and she especially loved to be the one to reveal juicy information
first. The three other girls gasped again.
“No way,” Amy huffed.
“Where d'you reckon this came from, then?” Madeline pulled the neck of her
blouse over her shoulder to show the other three an angry red bite mark. It was
obvious Remus had broken her skin, and they could easily make out each
individual tooth mark. Lily reached out and ran her middle finger over the
bite.
“Remus has larger canines than average, doesn’t he?” she mused. A sly and, if
Lily was honest with herself, sexy smirk graced Madeline’s features. Lily
smiled. Madeline reminded her of Severus, only female and less rude.
“Definitely,” Madeline confirmed. There was a pause in their conversation in
which Lily, Natalie, and Amy all just stared in awe a Madeline. In the space of
five or ten minutes, the fourth year had become their role-model.
“You know, it was a definite surprise to see you here,” Lily told Madeline
suddenly. Madeline glared at the redhead.
“Why?” she demanded. “Because I’m a Slytherin?”
“No.” Lily shook her head. “Because you’re a fourth year. I wouldn’t have
expected Remus to allow himself to sleep with someone that much younger than
him.” Madeline shrugged.
“It’s only two years,” she reminded them. Lily smiled.
“Right,” Lily agreed. “Let me rephrase: I didn’t really mean that much younger
than him, just that young in general, I suppose.” Madeline only shrugged again.
The girls went on gossiping late into the afternoon, until it was nearly
evening and time to head to dinner. They left all at once, but arrived at the
Great Hall at different times, so as not to arise suspicion and rumour.
“Hey, Moony,” Sirius called across their dormitory through the door of the
bathroom where Remus was brushing his teeth. “You know there’s a rumour going
around that you’ve slept with almost all the girls I have?” Remus grunted
noncommittally. Sirius was shocked.
“But, Moony,” he complained. “They’re making you out to be, I dunno, some sort
of whore or something.” Remus wondered what that made Sirius. “I mean, don’t
you want to protect your un-played v-card?” Remus spit out his mouthful of
toothpaste and exited the bathroom, shrugging.
“It’s better than the rumour that I’m gay,” he said, still not denying nor
confirming anything. He didn’t know why he was letting Sirius go on thinking he
was a virgin. But then again, Sirius was always a touchy subject, even before
there was sex involved.
***** It's Just One More, After All *****
Remus and Madeline had agreed to meet in the Library before heading off
somewhere unused to have their third ‘interaction.’ Remus had gone early, to
look at the books a bit before he was too distracted to do so. He’d been there
for fifteen minutes when a seventh year, Jessica, if Remus remembered
correctly, came storming in, slamming things around and crying something awful.
Her blouse was only half buttoned.
Remus cocked his head and watched her for a while. He had by now seen the
inevitable pattern, and wondered how this was going to work, if he was still
sleeping with Madeline. There were several things he’d done with, to, and for
her, but he knew he’d never cheat. On anybody. Perhaps the pattern would be
broken tonight.
Madeline came in exactly two minutes later and stopped on the other side of
Jessica from Remus. Madeline glanced at Jessica, who was muttering under her
breath about ‘that pig,’ and then at Remus. The Slytherin raised an eyebrow and
a wicked grin broke across her face, that glint in her eyes that said she’d
found something new for Remus to try.
“Oh, Lord,” Remus whispered. “I’m going straight to Hell.”
Remus was lying naked in some nameless person’s bed with two equally naked
girls, one dark-haired and pale on the left, and one light-haired and tan on
the right. They were asleep, but Remus was staring up at the ceiling, wondering
if he should be more worried about his metal health (or possible lack thereof)
or STDs.
It was Wednesday again.
“No way!” Lily, Natalie, and Amy shouted it at the same time.
“No, it can’t be,” Amy argued. “Remus would never.” Natalie nodded vigorously
in agreement, adding an “Ever!” for extra emphasis.
“He so would,” Madeline told them. She pointed over to the new girl, the blonde
seventh year. “See her? Her name’s Jessica, and you can ask her, since she was
there.” Lily, with narrowed eyes, did exactly that.
“Hey, Jessica? Did you, Madeline, and Remus have a threesome?” Jessica smiled.
“Uhuh,” she purred. “He is so much better in bed than Black.” Lily, Natalie,
and Amy rounded on Madeline.
“A threesome?!” they demanded. “How did you convince him to do that?” Madeline
shrugged in her lazily sexy way.
“It’s just one more, after all,” she said with a smirk.
***** Oh My God *****
Remus was working on his Potions assignment and waiting for midnight so he
could go meet Madeline again when he heard someone muttering under their breath
behind him. He smiled. It’d been about a week, and he’d been waiting for it to
happen again. Remus felt guilty about it, but he was looking forward to turning
around and finding an upset girl to comfort. He almost wished that she wouldn’t
really be all that upset, or maybe she’d be smart enough not to be comforted by
him, just to punish himself for being such a… pig. He sighed at the thought,
but turned around anyway.
They were definitely all that upset, and they definitely needed comforting, and
they were headed right for him. But… They weren’t a girl. They were Gideon
Prewett, younger brother of Fabian Prewett (who’d left Hogwarts a year ago) and
older brother of Molly Prewett. Gideon plopped down on the floor at Remus’s
feet.
“So I’ve heard the rumours, Lupin,” he said bluntly. “And I’d like to know if
they’re true.” Remus gaped at him for a few seconds before stuttering out a
reply.
“R-right, yeah – yeah, they are. I mean, the ones with Sirius when, and then
they… me, and, but – but not the ones that say I’m gay. I mean, I don’t – I
don’t really, um, know yet?” He sighed, realizing he was not only babbling, but
also making only a small bit of sense. Gideon smiled at him.
“Yeah, I get it, Lupin, relax,” he purred. His smile widened. “And close your
mouth. Or I’ll put something in it.” Remus’s mouth snapped shut, but his eyes
widened to compensate.
“Right,” he rasped. “T-time? Place?” Gideon smirked.
“Whenever,” he said. “Wherever. Bet I’ll find you in the library anytime,
right?” His eyes sparkled as he got to his feet.
“Right,” Remus croaked. Then he remembered Madeline. “Oh, Gideon?” Gideon
raised an eyebrow. “Um, there – there might be someone else, er, joining us…”
Gideon grinned.
“Never would’ve figured you were the type of person, Lupin,” he said. Remus
couldn’t help but grin back, it was contagious.
“You’d never figure me to like biting and scratching either, would you?” he
countered, without really meaning to say anything out loud. Gideon’s grin
widened.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he purred, then walked toward the Portrait Hole.
Remus gaped after him. “Close your mouth, Lupin,” Gideon called back. “My
threat still stands.”
“Is it really a threat?” Remus wondered slyly. Gideon stopped and smirked over
his shoulder, a classic come hither look that melted Remus’s brain.
“Oh, I definitely like you.” Then he was gone. Remus turned back to his Potions
assignment and stared at it blankly for a few seconds, before really realizing
what had just happened. He jumped up from his seat as if he’d been burned.
“OH MY GOD!” Remus raced around his armchair and skidded to a halt in front of
the girls’ dormitories staircase (he couldn’t go up when there were other
people in the Common Room in case they were reported.) “Lily!” he shrieked
girlishly. “LILY!!”
“Okay, Remus.” Remus was pacing back and forth in front of the Restricted
Section, to the irritated distress of Madame Pince. Madeline was trying to calm
him down. She’d just told him she wasn’t going to ‘interact’ with him and
Gideon tonight. “Listen up. A first, any first, should be a first, and a
threesome is not a first.” Remus stopped pacing and looked at her in confusion.
“What?” Madeline rolled her eyes.
“Your first time with a boy, Remus,” she said slowly. “Should be with just you
and that boy, so you can really get the effect of sex with a boy. If I’m there,
it’s sex with a boy and a girl, and that should be the second step, so that you
can tell if you like sex with a boy, and can decide what you would like best
with both. Get it?” Remus nodded and started up his pacing again.
“Doesn’t mean I like it, though,” he grumped. Madeline gave him a funny look,
and he stopped pacing again.
“You can always say no, Remus,” she told him gently. Remus smiled.
“I know, Madeline. I’ve always known that.” He sighed. “I’m not freaking out
because I want to say no and think I can’t, I’m freaking out because I don’t
want to say no.” Madeline rolled her eyes.
“You don’t want to like boys, even though you do,” she clarified. Remus nodded
miserably and sank into a chair, burying his face in his hands.
“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice muffled. “And that’s denial, which isn’t a sin but
should be. And this –” He motioned with one hand between him and Madeline. “–
is lust, which is a sin, too. And threesomes are definitely a sin, and –”
“And so is jealousy, which means so is bragging because it’s the main cause of
jealousy. And so is gossip, because most of it is slander, isn’t it? And
sadomasochism is definitely against the rules.” Remus peered at his lover
through his fingers.
“Are you trying to make me feel worse, Maddie?” he asked. She smiled, that
wicked grin again.
“No, Remus; I’m just pointing out that we’re all going to Hell with you, so it
won’t be too bad.” Remus laughed lightly, removing his hands from his face and
shaking his head.
“Thanks,” he muttered, not sure if he was being sarcastic or not. Madeline
snogged him breathless before leaving the library, letting him wait for Gideon
on his own.
Remus had no doubts that he was definitely going to Hell, but he was immensely
enjoying the road there. Gideon Prewett was currently making good on his
threat/promise, and Remus never would have ever thought he’d enjoy sucking
someone’s cock, but here he was, doing just that.
Gideon tasted good. It was an indescribable taste, not because it was that
good, but simply because Remus had never tasted anything similar. What tasted
better than Gideon, though, were the sounds that Gideon was making. Just like
with a girl, every sound of pleasure Gideon made went straight to Remus’s cock.
Gideon was louder though. Well, not really louder, it was just that the pitch
of his voice demanded more attention.
Gideon moaned again, causing Remus to follow suit. Gideon grabbed Remus’s tawny
hair and pulled on it, and Remus moaned again, enjoying the pain. Gideon
panted, apparently too short of breath to moan.
Remus relaxed his muscles as much as he could and attempted to deep-throat
without gagging (he’d been doing so a lot, and hadn’t succeeded yet, and he was
going to keep trying until he got it right.) As Gideon slid farther down
Remus’s throat, he pulled harder on the younger boy’s hair, and Remus had to
grab Gideon’s knees to keep from moaning and messing up the placement of the
muscles in his throat. He gagged, drew back and glared at Gideon’s cock as if
it had done something wrong, frustrated.
Gideon took his hands away from Remus’s hair and put them on his shoulders
instead. Remus looked up at him, about to ask how you were supposed to do it
right. Gideon winked at him and Remus shivered. He wanted to figure this out
now so that he could have Gideon touch him.
“Just do whatever feels natural,” Gideon told him with a smile. “You’ll get
it.” Remus nodded and took Gideon’s cock back into his mouth. Remus got right
to it, opening his throat and taking Gideon in as deep as he knew for sure he’d
be comfortable with. He waited a second, debating just which impulse would feel
best. Remus guessed Gideon was getting impatient because the older boy pulled
on his hair again. That was probably the best thing he could have done for
himself.
Remus moaned again at the slight pain, and grabbed Gideon’s hips, pulling
himself closer. He stretched his tongue out, hooked it upward and pulled it
back, and slid his whole head forward at the same time. Gideon’s cock slid
right down his throat, simple as that. Gideon moaned loudly, pulling on Remus’s
hair some more.
“Jesus, Lupin,” he gasped. Remus’s mouth tried to smile around Gideon’s cock,
but it didn’t exactly work very well, so he just tightened his lips instead.
With another moan, Gideon slid a hand underneath the neck of Remus’s t-shirt
(which for some sick reason was till on) and scratched one of Remus’s worst
scars, pulling his nails along after his hand as it retreated out of Remus’s
shirt again.
Remus moaned (which was probably Gideon’s motive) and his hips bucked. He
pulled back, and looked up at Gideon, eyes gone the characteristic werewolf
yellow with lust. Luckily, his eyes were normally really light brown, so it
wasn’t too noticeable.
“I need you to touch me now, Gideon,” Remus growled, though he didn’t move off
his knees. Gideon grinned down at him.
“Why not touch yourself?”
“Well, I usually save that for when I’m alone,” Remus answered. “It seems a
waste when I’m with someone else.” Gideon raised an eyebrow.
“What if they just wanted to watch you?” he asked.
“Do you?” Remus countered. Gideon’s grin widened.
“No.”
“Well, then…” Remus was extremely impatient, and Gideon’s hands looked
extremely inviting. “Please?” Gideon laughed and pulled Remus up off the floor
and onto the bed with him. He practically ripped off Remus’s pants and t-shirt
and laid him flat on his back. Remus hummed in approval when Gideon rolled on
top of him and rubbed their erections together.
“I know it’s technically not touching you, but it’ll do, hm?” Gideon whispered
in Remus’s ear, hot breath making Remus shiver.
“Uh – uh-huh.” Gideon set up a moderately fast pace, and placed his arms on
either side of Remus’s head as he licked patterns all over Remus’s skin.
Eventually, he made it back to Remus’s ear.
“I want to put something up your arse, Remus,” he told the younger boy bluntly.
“Can I?”
“Uh,” Remus said, having to think about his answer longer than he should’ve
because of the fact that Gideon hadn’t slowed down at all, and Remus’s mind was
in more important places than the place where he knew how to properly use the
English language. “Sure.” With a grin, Gideon bit Remus’s shoulder and
scratched down Remus’s side with one hand while he reached for the lube on his
bedside table with the other. Remus moaned and arched into his touch.
With the hand that had been scratching him, Gideon patted the inside of Remus’s
knee, suggesting that he should spread his legs. Remus obeyed without
hesitation. That hand kneaded Remus’s thigh, as the other put two lubricated
fingers at Remus’s entrance. Remus gasped loudly.
The lube was cold.
He didn’t pay attention to that long, though, because one finger slipped inside
him.
The initial burn of penetration didn’t put Remus off at all. In fact, it made
him hotter, and he told Gideon so with a soft moan of pleasure. Gideon slid the
finger a little further in and slowly moved it around a little. Remus panted,
eyes closed and his hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets. Gideon pushed in the
second finger, and Remus’s back arched with the wonderful feeling of the
pleasure of the first finger combined with the pain of the second. He panted
some more.
“Okay?” Gideon asked. Remus opened his eyes and glared at him for asking such a
stupid question. Gideon grinned and, holding Remus’s gaze, stretched out the
second finger (his middle, so it was a little longer) and brushed it against
Remus’s prostate.
Remus couldn’t breathe. He was sure he was going to die, right here, right now.
And go to Hell. And he was going to love it. Gideon stretched out his finger
and did it again. Remus still couldn’t breathe. He felt his muscles tense up.
Gideon just needed to do that once or twice more and Remus’s fate would be
sealed.
Gideon took his other hand off of Remus’s thigh and put his nails to Remus’s
nipple. He scratched hard down Remus’s chest, drawing blood, at the same time
as he touched Remus’s prostate again.
Remus came.
***** Tea With Remus *****
It was Wednesday again.
Remus walked cheerfully into the room where the girls met every week as if he
belonged there. The room fell silent. Remus grinned and glanced at Lily.
“Did you think I didn’t know you lot did this?” he asked. “I don’t believe
popular belief.”
“Are you mad?” Natalie asked. Remus shook his head.
“No. I came in here because no one talked to me after Madeline left the library
last night.” He raised an eyebrow. “I was out late.” Several girls giggled.
“Anyway,” Remus continued. “I figured you’d want the latest, am I right?”
“Yes, definitely,” said Amy. Remus turned away from the eleven girls in the
room, fixing himself a bit of tea – cream no sugar.
“I like sex with girls better,” he said slowly, think about each word. “Not
because it’s really any better-feeling, but because it’s easier. With a boy you
have to think about it a little more.” He sat down.
Madeline immediately straddled him and he nearly spilled his tea.
“How was it otherwise?” she demanded. Remus grinned, adjusting the grip he had
on his teacup.
“Almost as good as you,” he answered. “But not quite.”
“Oh?” Madeline raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”
“His nails weren’t long enough.” Several of the surrounding girls gasped.
“So it’s true?” Natalie asked in awe. Remus smiled kindly, the expression
contrasting sharply with the fact he’d just revealed. Madeline giggled.
“Told you,” she hissed at them all.
Remus stayed with the girls until dinner, and each one asked him twenty
questions, and each one asked him at least once if he was sure he wasn’t gay.
He assured them he wasn’t, and snogged Madeline silent to prove it.
***** The Last *****
She’d been the best he’d ever had. Not quite Afterglow Material, but still the
best. Sirius was going to give her a compliment – just as soon as he remembered
what her name was. Before he got the chance, though, she spoke.
“Get out.”
“You know, that was really – what?” Sirius stared blankly at her, sure he’d
heard wrong.
“I said get out.” Nope, he’d heard right. Still, it didn’t quite register.
After about two seconds of waiting impatiently, she pushed Sirius right out of
his own bed, handed him a pile of wrinkled clothes and a shoe, and directed him
vaguely in the general direction of the door out of the dormitory. Numbly, he
exited, pulling his robe over himself as he went.
In the Common Room, Sirius headed straight for Remus.
Remus looked up from his Transfiguration homework at the sound of someone
throwing themselves onto the floor beside his armchair with a dramatic huff.
It was Sirius, and he looked very upset. His bottom lip was sticking out, his
eyes trained on the ground, and his hair messed up in a way that was obviously
not purposeful.
“Padfoot, what’s wrong?” Remus asked, setting aside his parchment.
“It’s Zeus, King of All Gods,” Sirius muttered. “And nothing’s wrong.”
“Oh, don’t lie, Sirius,” Remus scolded gently. Then he rolled his eyes. “Fine
then, what’s wrong, Zeus?”
“King of All Gods,” Sirius added. With a sigh and a smile, Remus pulled his
parchment back toward him. This was going to take a while, and he didn’t have
two halves of a brain for nothing.
“King of All Gods,” he agreed. Then he waited, slowly working his way through
his Transfiguration while Sirius’s mood dampened the atmosphere. Finally,
Sirius spoke up.
“She kicked me out, Moony,” he said. Remus froze halfway through a word.
“Kicked me out of my own bed before I even had a chance to remember her name.”
Remus surreptitiously pulled out another piece of parchment and began a letter
to Madeline while Sirius continued.
“Didn’t even get to tell her she wasn’t Afterglow Material, Moony. I feel
horrible.”
Dear Maddie,
So sorry, but I’ve some not entirely welcome (for you) news to divulge.
“Make me feel better, Moony,” Sirius begged pitifully. “I bet you’d be good at
it.”
I’m going to have to postpone –
“Moony, will you sleep with me?”
cancel our meeting tonight.
XOXO – Remus
Remus folded the letter carefully into thirds. He’d magic it to Madeline later.
“Moony?” Sirius asked. “Will you?” Hoping it wouldn’t ruin his life, Remus
nodded.
Remus had officially decided that he like sex with girls better than sex with
boys, except when that boy was Sirius. Sex with Sirius was the best sex ever –
better than sex with Madeline, even. Remus loved sex with Sirius.
There was one aspect of sex with Sirius that Remus knew he wouldn’t like,
though. He was not looking forward to the moment when Sirius would tell him he
wasn’t Afterglow Material, and to get out. It was coming soon, Remus knew – he
could smell the sated contentment on Sirius’s skin.
With a sigh that ghosted playfully across Remus’s face, Sirius snuggled closer,
pulling Remus against his chest and burring one hand in the werewolf’s tawny
hair. Remus tensed in anticipation of Sirius’s rejection.
“Moony?” Sirius whispered, his breath cruelly landing on Remus’s ear. Remus
swallowed hard and waited. “Moony, don’t get mad, but –”
Remus didn’t let Sirius finish. Instead, he got up and began to get dressed,
ignoring Sirius’s protest of, “Wait! Moony, come on!” Somewhere deep-down,
Remus knew Sirius wouldn’t ask him to stay just to throw him out, but deep-down
is quite buried, and as a result is hard to hear. Remus continued to get
dressed.
“Moony, please,” Sirius whined. “Remus!” That made Remus stop. Sirius always
called him Moony – except, apparently, during sex – and hearing his given name
from Sirius’s mouth was a shock.
“Fine,” Remus snapped, covering up how much Sirius saying his name had affected
him with a bad mood. “Say it, then.” Sirius gulped and averted his gaze.
“Don’t get mad,” he began again. “But, Moony – Remus, will you… Will you stay?”
Remus blinked a few times before dropping his shirt back on the floor. Then he
laughed in relief and climbed swiftly back into the bed with Sirius.
“Sirius,” he mumbled into Sirius’s hair, shaking his head. “Sirius, why would I
be mad that you wanted me to stay?” Remus ran his hands down Sirius’s bare
sides, making the other boy shiver and snuggle up close again.
“Because – because maybe I don’t mean just stay for the Afterglow,” Sirius
explained. “Maybe I mean, you know, stay.” Remus grinned and kissed the top of
Sirius’s head. Not only was he Afterglow Material, but apparently he was worth
a Second Time, too. It gave him butterflies in his stomach.
“So… you’d like to sleep with me more than once?” Remus clarified, just to make
sure.
“No,” Sirius corrected with a whisper and a blush. “I’d like to hold your
hand.”
***** Epilogue *****
They’d been dating – not just fucking, but really dating -- for three weeks
now. They hadn’t told anyone yet, but Remus suspected that Madeline knew. She
wasn’t a Slytherin for nothing after all.
Anyway, they were planning to tell everyone today at lunch. They were going to
walk into the Great Hall, holding hands, and then they were going to snog.
Cheerfully – and bluntly – Remus followed Sirius into the Great Hall. They were
barely a centimetre away from each other and they both were grinning. Being
close to each other did that to them.
They marched proudly over to Gryffindor Table and Sirius, still holding Remus’s
hand, climbed right onto it. Remus raised an eyebrow and Sirius pulled on his
hand impatiently. Rolling his eyes, Remus climbed onto the table after his
boyfriend. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus could see Madeline practically
quivering with excitement.
“Ready?” Sirius asked. Remus raised an eyebrow again, as if to say ‘Am I ever
not?’ Sirius grinned wider, and snogged him.
There were a few moments of silence after they pulled apart, but then –
“I thought you weren’t gay, Remus!” Remus blushed.
It was Wednesday again.
Remus and Gideon were there this time, and Remus had dragged Sirius with him,
warning him to behave himself if he ever wanted sex again, ever.
Sirius tried his best, but when one is faced with eleven angry girls and one
angry gay man, one tends to lose one’s cool.
They were all demanding explanations. Well, all except Gideon, who just glared
a glare that demanded someone come closer so that he could punch them. They all
wanted to know why they weren’t Afterglow Material, and it had better be a good
reason, too, or they were all going to kill him one piece at a time – and
they’d start with his balls first.
Sirius gulped and tried to think up a good enough lie. None was forthcoming. He
glanced desperately at Remus, silently begging his boyfriend for much needed
aid.
“Be romantic,” Remus suggested with a shrug. Sirius nodded and opened his
mouth.
Remus had seen the looks on everyone’s faces, and he knew they were ready to
painfully dismember Sirius on the spot. Gideon’s and Lily’s faces were the
scariest. He gulped and heard Sirius follow suit. Maybe this hadn’t been the
greatest idea.
“Be romantic,” Remus told his boyfriend (he very much loved the word boyfriend
and used it as often as he could.) He shrugged hopelessly, wishing the gesture
showed he wasn’t worried, rather than the fact that he was about to piss
himself (though, not really. Werewolves just didn’t do such things.) Sirius
nodded at Remus’s suggestion and opened his mouth.
The most beautiful (and sappiest) story Remus had ever heard fell out.
Sirius described, in detail, how much he loved Remus, and that the twelve other
people in the room were only not Afterglow Material – to him that is – because
they weren’t Remus, and Sirius was stupid to sleep with them – not that they
weren’t great – in the first place, because he should’ve just asked Remus out,
and the whole problem would’ve been solved and done with and no one would ever
have gotten hurt and it was all his fault, because he was a prat.
The girls all got tears in their eyes, while Gideon kept rolling his. Remus
felt an ache in his chest, and he couldn’t help but wish what Sirius had said
was as true as it had sounded.
It was Thursday morning.
It was Thursday morning, and on Wednesday night Sirius and Remus had had the
best sex of their combined existences. It was Thursday morning, and they were
snuggled up in Sirius’s bed surrounded by the smell of sex. It was Thursday
morning and Remus was depressed.
Remus was thinking about the story Sirius had told the girls (plus Gideon)
yesterday. And Remus was wishing that story were true. Sirius shifted beside
him and opened his eyes.
“Hey,” he said gruffly, voice thick with sleep. “G’mornin’.” Remus forced a
smile.
“Yeah, Sirius,” he answered. “Good morning.” Instantly, Sirius was wide awake.
“Moony? What’s wrong?” Sirius adjusted and leaned up on his elbow to better
look into Remus’s face. Remus shrugged – well, shrugged as best he could laying
down and with Sirius half on top of him.
“Just… Well, I – I just wish that that story you told, you know yesterday,
was... true.” There was a pause.
“Who said it wasn’t?” Sirius asked quietly.
“Well, no one,” Remus replied reasonably. “But I just assumed you – because –
just to get out of – you – it – Was it?” Sirius rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Remus, it was.” He placed as soft kiss on Remus’s soft lips. “Every word
of it was. What better lie is there than the truth, right? That’s the Marauder
Motto.” He smiled, but Remus saw the ‘Please believe me, Moony’ in his eyes.
And that was the deciding factor. It always was, wasn’t it?
“Yeah,” Remus whispered. “No better lie than the truth.” Remus felt a golden
bubble rising up in his stomach, pushing his heart to soaring heights, and the
corners of his mouth rose with it. He wrapped his arms around Sirius’s neck and
rolled them over with a laugh. He kissed Sirius soundly. “You should lie all
the time, then, if that’s our Motto.” Sirius grinned up at him.
“Only to you, Moony, only to you.”
~fin~
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