The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin - COMPLETE

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Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters used in this story. The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling, and we greatly thank her for creating such a fantastic world, and fantastic characters for us to use and manipulate into fantastically perverted situations.

Authors Note: This is not your typical fan fiction. This is simply a role-play that a friend of mine and I have been doing for a short while, and we have both been enjoying it so much that we thought it needed to be shared. This explains the constant switching between Sirius’ and Remus’ points of view. We hope you enjoy!

Role-play Participants:

InvokingRainbows (Me!) : Remus J. Lupin and various “NPC’s”.

Slambitious (Scumdog): Sirus Black, and various "NPC's".

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The Sexual Education of Remus J. Lupin

Chapter 12

Lesson Twelve: I Need You
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Remus and Sirius. They were perfect for one another. The little werewolf, shunned by everyone but his friends, and the puppy dog, shunned by his family, accepted for who he was only by his friends. How had something so right, ended so quickly, and so badly? Remus loved Sirius still, he knew he did. Fuck, he loved him so god damned much, and there was nothing he could do to fix the hurt he’d caused. Remus was having a hard time simply going on with his life. Of course, he wasn’t suicidal. The boy was far too logical for something like that. He knew that, eventually, things would get better. Time heals all wounds, and it was a fact. Still, he couldn’t deny the pain he was feeling either.

It had been a week since everything had happened. A week of no Sirius. A week of no feelings. No kisses, no hand holding, no hearing how beautiful he was. Nothing. Remus had formed a sort of routine to get through things as best he could, and though it wasn’t good by any means, it was sort of working. He would go to breakfast early, before everyone else, eat as fast as possible, then hide in the library until classes started. He would avoid his friends, and Sirius, during class as much as possible, and then he would return to the common room for the rest of the day.

He’d taken to only eating one meal a day, and it was starting to show already. His already lithe figure had gotten even smaller, if that were possible, and he had a sort of demure looking aura to him now. Not the typical glow he usually held. Another thing he’d begun doing was hurting himself. It had started out small, just pinching and scratching at himself, and had grown. Now, he would sit silently with his bed hangings drawn, his wand in hand pressed against various points of his body, and he would do it. His voice low enough that no one could hear, Remus would use the unforgivable curse. The Cruciatus curse.

It was as much pain as he could handle, and it was the only way he had been able to get himself to sleep. He’d torture his own body until he was so weary and exhausted that he would simply pass out until the next morning. Remus was currently in the process of doing just that, when he heard the door to the dormitory open, and someone approaching his bed. Remus hurriedly stuffed his wand away, and let his shirt fall back down from the position he’d been lifting it up in, not wanting whoever it was to see all the bruises.

His curtains were drawn back by none other than James, his best friend. James didn’t look angry, really. Mostly just sad. He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. “Remus, you’ve got to tell me what happened. Sirius is in a right state, and you’ve been avoiding the group completely.” he said, looking at Remus for a moment before continuing. “No matter how bad you think it is, or how hopeless things are, you know you’re wrong. We’ve been through plenty, so whatever it is, we can handle it.”

Remus stared at him for a moment, and pulled his knees up to his chest. Could he tell James? Should he? He...well, everything else he’d tried to do had failed him. What was there to loose? So, he did. He told James everything. About how Lucius had blackmailed him with what he knew. About how Remus just couldn’t help but enjoy it, and how badly he felt about it, and then how he broke up with Sirius because the boy deserved someone better.

Even though it didn’t really fix anything, it did feel good to get it all off his chest like that. He felt a bit better already, though not loads, but a bit was better than nothing. James had listened, and told him that he would come up with something. He didn’t know what, or how, but he would help Remus fix this. Then, he’d left, and Remus, for the first time in a week, was able to fall asleep without the aid of his stupid wand.

 It had been a week, almost exactly, that Sirius had collapsed to his knees and cried on James' shoulder. Though he'd very much like to forget about that, and about Remus too, Sirius just couldn't. He hated this, and he hated how much he had to think about things lately. His brain just wasn't built to hold so many thoughts at one time. The dark haired male had taken to sleeping in the common room, wanting to avoid Remus as much as he could. It was probably against some rule, for Sirius to spend the rest of his school year just sleeping in the common room. But if push came to shove, he'd just beg Dumbledore to let him room with another year.
 
Much like all the other nights before, Sirius had curled himself on a couch in front of the fire, much like the puppy dog he was, and after much inner deliberation, had fallen asleep, if one could even call it that. Sirius' dreams had been plagued recently with thoughts of his mother, his family, and Remus. God, he missed Remus. He missed Remus so bad that it hurt, literally, everywhere. He hadn't even been to Quidditch practice at all that week, and if his best friend hadn't been the Quidditch Captain, he'd probably have been chucked out for missing so many days.
 
Unbeknownst to Sirius, and the sleeping werewolf in the dormitory, James, Peter, and Lily were still awake, being the only ones left in the common room save for the sleeping mutt on the couch. The three now appeared to be in a heated, whispered discussion about what to do to save Remus and Sirius. “Well it's not like we can just force them to talk to each other.” James said to Lily, shaking his head, that black hair falling into his eyes and covering his glasses. It was then that Peter spoke up, coughing slightly. “Er..yes..we can.” His voice was soft, but the message rang loud. “What do you mean yes we can? “ Lily asked, her eyes wide. “We can..lock them in a room together...' Lily rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “Well that's not going to work, they wouldn't let us do tha--”
 
But her sentence was cut off a moment later by James. “Yes we can. We can cast a sleeping spell on them, and Lily can transfigure them both into mice or something, and we can carry them to the shrieking shack.” He paused, the other two looking at him with eyes wide. “And we can chain them together or something, and give them some food so they don't die, and then just tell them that they can't come out until they fix it.” There, simple, to the point. Perfect. The other two nodded their heads in agreement. And without wasting another moment, James started assigning tasks. “Peter, you go down to the kitchens and get some food. I'll do the sleeping spells, and Lily, you can transfigure them.” A mutual nod was exchanged, and with that, Peter rushed off towards the kitchens. Being that Sirius was the closet, James walked over to his best friend and said “I'm sorry about this mate.” before pointing his wand at the already sleeping male, and cast the sleeping spell. It wasn't enough that the two were already asleep, because for this plan to work, the two boys would need to stay asleep at least until morning.
 
Once James had cast the spell, Lily did a quick bit of transfiguration and turned Sirius into a small, shaggy looking black mouse. James picked the mouse up by the tail and laid it gently in his pocket. After giving the sleeping werewolf the same treatment, James and Lily bounded back down the stairs, just in time to find Peter waiting in the common room, arms laden with food. It didn't take long for the trio to reach the whomping willow. Doing his job perfectly, Peter transformed into Wormtail, pushed the freezing button on the tree, and the three made their way towards the Shrieking Shack. Once there, Lily transformed the boys back into themselves, did another quick bit of magic and conjured chains from thin air, the shackles attaching to Remus' left arm and Sirius' right arm.
 
It had only taken a few hours to get everything done. Standing back to look at their work, the three smirked at each other. Well, Peter had tried to smirk, but failed miserably. “Wait.” Lily said suddenly. She held up a finger to silence a questioning James as she dug around in her robes for a moment, pulling out a piece of parchment. “James, you have to write down the rules, and tell them that they can't come out until they've fixed this.” James nodded, taking the piece of parchment from her hand, digging around in his own robes for a quill, and went to the nearest flat surface.
 
When the two woke up the next morning, they would find a letter, written in James' scrawled handwriting, that said the following “Dear Moony and Padfoot. You're both gits, you know that? You both left us with no choice but to lock you away together until you fix this. Don't worry, there's enough food to last a month. And don't bother trying to get out, because all the doors and windows have been bewitched closed. Oh, and don't worry about your wands, we've got them. If you think you're ready to come out, you'll just have to wait, because we'll be back to check on you tomorrow morning. Have fun. James, Lily, and Peter.”

Morning came quickly enough, Remus as usual waking up early. Only, this wasn’t a usual morning. Something was off. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, his left feeling oddly weighed down by something. That was when he looked to his let and saw, sprawled out and still very much asleep, Sirius.

Remus opened his mouth, gaping at the boy, and at the chains on his wrist. He looked around and it took him a moment to realize that they were in the Shrieking Shack as well. “Sirius!” he hissed, shaking the chain to hopefully pull the other boy out of his dreams. “Sirius what on earth is going on?” he asked, not having noticed the note yet that was pinned to the wall next to the two.

He sighed a little, and leaned back against the wall, which was when he felt the parchment against his ear. He twisted his head around to stare at it, reading it, his eyes going wide. So they were to be stuck there until they fixed things, were they? No wands, and enough food for a month. Remus just couldn’t help it. He...well, laughed. James, Lily, and Peter were really something, to pull all this off.

After a few moments, though, he nudged Sirius. He was nervous. They hadn’t spoken properly since they’d broken up, and Remus didn’t even know how to begin the conversation. “Sirius c’mon, wake up..” he said softly, fighting with all his might not to lean over and steal a single kiss. He wanted it so badly, but he knew he didn’t deserve it.

 Sirius was cold. That was odd, because for the past week he had woken up in the morning to a nice, toasty fire. But this was..different. He was cold. Though he wasn't completely awake yet, Sirius heard a voice he knew he recognized. The dark haired boy stirred in his sleep, punching at whatever he had his head on, which happened to be a dingy sort of pillow, to try and soften it so he could go back to sleep. It was normal for Sirius to dream about Remus, so hearing the other's voice wasn't really so much of a surprise. But then, there it was again. A few more moments, and it was there again. And it was telling him to wake up. No. Remus couldn't possibly be with Sirius at the moment.
 
Slowly, carefully, Sirius opened his eyes, blinking them stupidly and tiredly. Within seconds, his eyes had focused on Remus, though they were still blurry from sleep. Clearly, this had to be a dream. That was it, Sirius was still dreaming. Sitting up quickly, Sirius brought his hands to his eyes, attempting to wipe the sleep from them. It was then that the male noticed the shackle on his wrist. With his eyes as wide as they could go, Sirius followed the chain attached to his wrist, and saw that Remus had one around his wrist as well. “What..the..hell..?” Sirius said slowly, sitting up all the way, reaching forward and poking Remus hard in the side to check if he was real.
 
Yep, one hundred percent Moony. Sirius knew this because ghosts and dreams didn't feel solid, and the Remus beside him did. Dark eyes darted from one side of the room to the other. “The Shrieking Shack..?” Sirius asked, still not quite sure what kind of alternate reality he had stepped in. It hit him, in that moment, that the two were chained together much like those two blokes from that saw movie. It was then that Sirius panicked, his eyes widening more, his body trembling. He looked left, and right, before scooting as close as he could to the boy beside him. “Thisisjustlikethatmovie.” Sirius whispered, his voice full of terror. It didn't matter how bad his week had been, Sirius still didn't want half his face to be ripped off. “Ohgodohgodohmerlinohgodohshitohgod.” All his words and curses were streaming together as Sirius brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. So the boy could jump to ridiculous conclusions when he was scared. But no one could blame him, being that he was chained to another person in an abandoned building after all.

Remus hadn’t been expecting Sirius to react like that. He had expected him to react in almost any other way, but...Well, Remus smiled slightly. It was cute. Sweet. Almost romantic, that Sirius was still thinking about the movie they’d first kissed at, even if it was almost morbid. “Sirius.” he said, reaching back and grabbing the note. “Just read this.”

He waited for Sirius to take the not and read it fully, though at the moment, he wanted it to take forever. Sirius was pressed up against him, and that warmth he’d been missing so much was his, at least only for that second.

“It seems Lily, James, and Peter really want us to talk about this.” he said finally, somehow the ice having been broken by Sirius freaking out. Remus felt a bit emboldened. “James thought I should...explain to you at least, why..” he said softly, looking at Sirius this time, not allowing himself to look away. “Sirius, it’s true that I gave myself to him like that, and as much as it pains me, it was physically enjoyable.” he began. “But...I didn’t have a choice. Or at least, I thought I didn’t. Sirius, he knew. He knew everything. He knew I was a werewolf, and he knew that you, James, and Peter were all animagius. If...if I didn’t do what I wanted, he was going to tell everyone. Tell Dumbledore, and you three would’ve been expelled if not sent to Azkaban...” Remus bit his lip, wondering how Sirius was going to react to this.

 Sirius snatched at the paper like it was the only thing he needed in his life. This paper was apparently supposed to explain why he was chained up to Remus Lupin in a similar way to that horrible movie? Dark eyes scanned the paper, noticing at once that the author had been James. “Fucking Prongs.” Sirius growled, rolling the piece of parchment up in his hand and tossing it aside. So there had been no reason for him to freak out, and no reason for him to get closer to Moony, though in the back of his mind, he wasn't minding being able to touch Remus at least a little bit. As the other began to talk, explain what happened, Sirius' skin turned cold. He backed away from Remus, as far as the chains would let him go without putting strain on his arm.
 
So all of this had been about a secret? Remus had done it to save him, James, Peter, and himself? “But you liked it.” Sirius said, his eyes on his lap, his heart doing that silly sinking thing it had done before. At the moment, he was sure that the organ was resting somewhere near his navel. “With fucking Malfoy, Remus. My mortal enemy.” Sirius' eyes stung again, but there was no way in hell he was going to cry over this again. He looked up at the other, though, and stared at him, his eyes looking sad and tired once more. “Look, Remus. “ he began, sighing, trying to calm himself. “I understand you did it to save us all from getting into trouble. But you still..” his voice dropped to below a whisper. “You liked it..” Gods, there went his heart again, dropping even further. “And..” He gulped, not wanting to look at Remus anymore, but knowing that he had to. “And you got so mad at me for kissing that girl, but you FUCKED Malfoy, and you liked it. I can't get off with anyone anymore, but you can. And yet you're the one that dumped me.”
 
Fuck, there went those stupid fucking tears again. A few drops leaked from his eyes and skidded down his cheeks. He didn't bother to bring his hand up to wipe them. He felt so much shame and heart ache in that second that he just didn't care. “I don't get it. You dumped me. And I didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't me this time.” His voice cracked at that last part. “You were the one that was supposed to love me, Remus, because no one else did. You were supposed to stay with me because everyone else left. But you didn't. You left. After you fucked around with someone I hate.” He tried to take a deep, steadying breath because his chest was starting to heart, but it didn't help.
 
More tears began to fall, single ones, that were staining his cheeks. “You left.” He wasn't going to sniffle, he wasn't going to be pathetic. Even though he already felt that way, what with this being the second time he had cried in a weeks time. “And I fucking love you Remus. I do, I love you with all of me. But you left me. And I can't...” what he couldn't do was never actually said, because the boy fell silent. He couldn't say it, because he couldn't say anything else. With another breath, he shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chest once more.

Remus felt his heart breaking again. He knew he’d messed up, and he knew Sirius was upset, but damn it what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to fix this? He had figured by now that breaking up with Sirius over it had been stupid. He’d been upset with himself, and wanting to hurt himself as much as possible, which was why he’d done it. Sirius was crying now. Remus had only seen him cry once before, and it had broken his heart both times.

He shifted a little, and without thinking, firmly pulled Sirius onto his lap by his wrist. “I’m sorry.” he said softly. Simply. He could’ve explained further how scientifically, his body would react simply due to having not been touched in so long, but the last thing he wanted to do was make Sirius feel any worse about it, or to seem as if he were trying to pin the whole thing on Sirius. It was his own damn fault. He would take responsibility.

“I...screwed up. Really bad.” he whispered, his chin on the other’s head, arms holding him close. “I hurt you and I know I did, and...I’m so sorry Sirius. So fucking sorry I...don’t know...what else to do.” he whispered, kissing the top of his head. “I love you, I really do, I never stopped loving you.” he said. “I just...” he trailed off. What else could he do or say? There wasn’t anything, really.

Sirius didn't even have the fight in him to pull away when Remus tugged the boy into his lap. It made Sirius sick to his stomach, the fact that he missed this so much. But he did, and he couldn't deny it. Remus felt warm, and solid, and safe. Remus had always felt safe. Sirius knew that no matter what, Remus was always going to be there. But his heart hurt, and felt like someone had stabbed with with a rusty knife, over and over and over again. And his head hurt, because he had thought too much in the past week that he literally just couldn't think anymore. He was so out of his element and so completely lost that he just didn't know how to function. And then Remus had to come along, and wrap his arms around Sirius, and kiss the top of his head. For some reason, though Sirius couldn't put his finger on what, he relaxed a bit, a hand coming up to dab at his face. With a deep breath, he gave up trying to hold anything back, and he leaned against Remus' body.
 
It was the closest thing to comfortable that Sirius had gotten for an entire week. His heart was racing and with just the right amount of pressure placed on Remus' chest, he could hear the other's heart as well. He was sick with himself, but he couldn't do anything about it. He knew that Remus had fucked up, and Remus knew that he had fucked up, but they needed each other, and that was worth more to Sirius than anything else was. The fact that Remus needed him. Really, really needed him. “I want..” Sirius began, his voice barely above a whisper once more, but he couldn't get the rest of the words out. The truth was, he wanted to kiss Remus, to touch him, to feel him, to show the other boy how much he fucking needed him. But he just..couldn't make himself say it.
 
So with a deep breath, Sirius leaned up, and stared straight into those amber eyes. Fuck, he had missed those. At the moment, his heart was tearing him into two different places. One was screaming that he still needed to be mad at Remus. The other was telling him to shut the hell up and kiss Remus already because everyone knew they needed it. The later voice was starting to win out, and before he could convince himself not to, Sirius pressed his lips to Remus' mouth. It wasn't a hungry sort of kiss, and it wasn't the kind of kiss that signaled that he really just wanted to fuck. His mouth was slow, careful, as if he was getting to know Remus' mouth for the very first time. He missed how the other boy tasted, and he missed how the other boy felt. He lifted himself up a little bit, using the arm that wasn't chained to slink around Remus' neck, pulling the other male closer to him. And he just kissed Remus, giving it every single bit of emotion he could shove into just the passing of lips.

Remus had been expecting Sirius to push him away or something. To shout that it wasn’t good enough that he was sorry. But no, instead, Sirius kissed him. To say that Remus kissed back would be an understatement. He kissed back as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. He kissed back as hard as he could, his free arm snaking around Sirius’ waist pulling him as close as they could get.

His tongue slid out and tentatively slid across Sirius’ lower lip. He was still nervous. He knew that at any moment, Sirius could decide that despite what he’d been thinking, kissing Remus wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. What had he been missing out on really? After all, Remus was just a slut that let pure-blood elitists like Malfoy fuck him.

But Sirius didn’t pull away. Remus was the one to break the kiss, panting softly and bumping his forehead against Sirius’. “Please Sirius.” he whispered softly. “I need you. Not..like that. I mean, I do need you like that too but...It’s more than that.” he whispered. “I’m miserable without you being my boyfriend. I...can’t...do it with out you. You’re everything to me.” he whispered, his eyes finding Sirius’, shimmering slightly, wide and scared.

Gods, did it feel wonderful to be touching Remus again, to be kissing him, feeling him. That week they had spent apart seemed like, to Sirius, a thousand years, and he couldn't go that long without feeling his werewolf. It bothered him, still, that Remus had fucked Malfoy. It bothered him more because he didn't really know what the two had done together. Obviously they had fucked, but had they kissed? Had Remus touched Malfoy? Had it been something special? What if being with Sirius wasn't good enough for Remus anymore? Yes, it seemed that even Sirius Black had insecurities.
 
Once Remus pulled away, Sirius was panting, half from still being upset, half from having just kissed his boyfriend. Well, ex boyfriend. Though with declarations of love, he was sure that at least counted for more than the title of boyfriend. Dark chocolate orbs stared back into amber ones, and Remus looked more scared than Sirius had ever seen him. He wanted to touch the werewolf, to tell him that it'd be alright. But would it be alright? Fuck, he needed to stop thinking. He was turning into Remus. Normally, this wouldn't be such a bad thing, but Sirius absolutely hated over thinking everything this much. He wondered how Remus lived with it day in and day out. Then he thought that it probably had something to do with Remus being bloody brilliant most of the time.
 
“I need you too.” Sirius said, his voice hoarse, throat dry, exhaling a breath that swept across Remus' face. That was true, he did need Remus. In every possible way, he needed Moony. Sirius wanted to touch Remus, and the thought wouldn't leave his mind. He wanted to make things better, to forget about Malfoy, to just be together like they had been. Sirius hadn't really thought about sex so much in the past week, save for Moony and Malfoy fucking, and that had made Sirius want to join a convent, or a temple, so he could stay as far away from sex as he could possibly get. But now Remus was here, and within arms reach. And he smelled so good that Sirius could hardly stand it. “I..” He began, his voice shaking. He knew that if he didn't touch Remus at least a little bit, soon, he was going to die, because it had been too long, and that kiss just made his entire body ache.
 
Hell, it didn't even matter if the touching wasn't sexual. He just wanted to feel Remus' skin, to know that he was, in fact, still real, and that he did, in fact, still belong to Sirius. “I want..to touch you.” Sirius' voice was barely above a whisper again, and his throat hurt from being so damn upset and scared and screaming and crying, but he didn't care. His chest was pounding, though more from nerves than anything else. The fact of the matter was, he loved Remus, no matter what the boy did, and seemingly, no matter who the boy did. He loved Remus, and he loved touching Remus, and though he was terrified right down to his bones that Remus wouldn't want him that way anymore, he still had to try. Because Merlin help him, if he had to live his entire life without getting to touch Remus ever again, then he might as well jump off the top of the Astronomy tower.

Remus felt himself tense up. Sirius...still wanted him? Even after everything that had happened? He nodded slowly, everything else gone from his mind but Sirius. “You can always touch me Sirius.” he said softly. “Any time really...you don’t even have to ask.” he said, his cheeks glowing a little. “Are...are we...” he swallowed hard. “Back...together?” he was hopeful. Of course he knew he’d be making things up to Sirius for a while, but he didn’t care. Hell, he’d spent the rest of his days saying sorry a hundred times if it meant he could still be with Sirius the way he needed to be.

So, he kissed him again. This time, a bit more desperation in it. It didn’t last long, but it was the only way Remus knew how to show Sirius just how he was feeling. If Sirius didn’t say that they could be together still, Remus just might die, from heart break.

In all honesty, Sirius disliked how insecure all this had made him. There had been a time where Sirius Black was the king, and his ego stretched to the moon and back down again. But now, he just felt..scared. Scared, because the last time the two had done anything, the boy had came in his fucking pants, and thus, Remus had fucked Malfoy, and enjoyed it. If he continued to think about it, he would start feeling terrible about himself again, and that wasn't going to fix anything. What happened had happened and he would just have to regain that cockiness. Eventually. Hopefully.
 
He didn't know if he and Remus were back together or not. Yes? No? It felt like they were, but there seemed to be so much left unsaid and so much left to figure out. But Sirius had resolved to stop fucking thinking, because his head hadn't stopped pounding in seven whole days. But before he could answer, Remus' lips were on his again, and Sirius kissed him back, though the kiss didn't last nearly as long as Sirius would have wanted it to. So he was scared, unsure, unstable, and unable to make up his mind. In reality, he had probably always been that way, at least a little bit, way down deep inside.
 
The dark haired male chewed at the inside of his cheek, and stared back at Remus' face. There he was, the boy Sirius loved, and it was killing him to look, but he knew he'd die if he stopped. So he took a breath, one to steady himself, holding it in for a few seconds, and exhaling. “Yes.” That was it. It was simple, easy, perfect. Why the hell not? Why not get back together? Why not try again? They were young, were they not? They were in love, were they not? Sirius leaned his head forward, both his hands coming up to rest on Remus' cheeks, his forehead resting on the other's as well. “Yes we're back together. But I swear to god Moony, if you ever do something like this again, I'll throw you off the Astronomy tower.” Of course he was kidding, he wouldn't really. To prove that he meant what he said, though, that they were back together, Sirius, with his hands cupping Moony's face, pressed his lips against Remus'.

Remus felt like he could have jumped over the moon at that point. (And promptly hexed it out of the sky so he would never have to transform again, but that was beside the point.) Sirius and him were back together. Sure he knew that he owed Sirius a lot, and he intended on giving that to Sirius and more, but he was just so damn happy to have his boyfriend back that he didn’t care about anything else.

He was crying again out of relief and happiness, so that when Sirius kissed him a third time, he had to break it early just to catch his breath. He was gazing into those wonderful dark orbs again, and for the first time in a long while, smiled. “I love you, but I really think we should thank James, Lily, and Peter.” he said, the note laying beside them almost completely forgotten. “Unless you’d rather...stay here for a while?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows at Sirius a bit. “You know I’ve read plenty of books, and most of the time when couples get back together, they have something called ‘make-up sex.’” he said with a slightly mischievous grin.

Well, Remus was probably right, they should thank Peter and James and Lily, but they would have to wait 24 hours to do so. “We're going to have to stay here regardless, you know, they said they won't be back to get us out until tomorrow morning.” Sirius commented, though he offered Remus his own smile. He was sure, that with looking so tired and all, that his normally heart melting smile was now something a lot less more endearing, but he smiled regardless. And it felt good to smile, because it felt like he hadn't in Merlin only knew how long. His eyebrow raised when Remus mentioned make up sex. Of course Sirius had heard of make up sex, depression aside, he was still Sirius Black. He supposed that he would have to work on getting that “Sex God” title back.

 Flashing Remus a smirk, Sirius looked down at their hands, the ones that were chained together, then back up at the werewolf. It would be a challenge, Sirius suspected, doing anything to each other with their bodies seemingly inseparable Though, the more Sirius thought about it, the more he liked that idea anyway. Perhaps he could just..convince James to not take those chains off. He then realized that that was probably a bad idea because he'd have to do some things alone, after all. It was then that the puppy got a strange sort of urge. He knew that thinking about what Moony did with Malfoy was going to make his mood worse, but what if he could use that to his advantage? What if he could rid himself of all that silly doubt while at the same time making Remus realize why sex was always better with Sirius Black?
 
Now that was an idea. Sirius placed all 10 of his fingertips on Remus' chest and pushed, forcing the other boy into a laying position. It was lucky that they had some kind of support, what with the Shrieking Shack having a mattress, blanket, and pillow. Though, in retrospect, all three of which were covered in things Sirius didn't want to think about. Regardless, his hips were soon pressing down against Remus' as his legs straddled the other boys' waist. “Make up sex?” Sirius mused aloud, leaning over the other male, both hands placed flat on his palms, thankful that there was still a bit of leeway with these chains, being that there was a good 4 feet of chain to work with. “I've got a better idea.” Sirius, slowly but surely, was going to get back to being the old Sirius. And Remus was going to enjoy every second of it, so help him.
 
With his hips pressing hard against Remus', his body shifted, hips rolling down against Remus' crotch and lower body. It had been so long since he had done this to the other boy, but so help him, he was not going to cum early. If he did, there was a grave with his name on it. “We..” Sirius began, rocking his hips, pressing the other boy down against the mattress. “are going..” He continued, shifting his hips at an angle before rolling them back down against the other boy “to turn me..” more words followed by actions, Sirius' hips changing directions every few moments, attacking and grinding against Remus' crotch from different angles. “back into me.”

Remus squirmed underneath the other’s touch still, but the idea of what Sirius was saying was so damn sexy that he just couldn’t help but smile. “But what ever do you mean, Sirius?” he asked, playing stupid for a moment. He loved when Sirius proved his points, especially in a sexual way. It was just so damn hot. Remus was already pushing his hips back up against Sirius, hard as a rock.

It had been far too long since the two had done anything sexual. It was about time they got back to it. Remus wasn’t sure how they were going to maneuver this exactly, but he figured whatever it was they did, it would be interesting. He’d have to get James back some time later, for the chains, although he really supposed he should simply be thanking the boy. After all, he’d kept his promise, and fixed the situation.