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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!

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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 14

Lesson Fourteen: Halloween Whores (Kind Of)
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Remus had spent the next few days really catching up on his work. Him and Sirius, since getting back together, had been spending so much time together, snogging, and doing various other...activities...that he’d actually fallen behind. Or, well not really behind like most people would define it. More so, he was only one chapter ahead now, instead of his usual five. It was the day of Halloween, and some of the other Gryffindors were planning a big party in the common room later on. It was a costume party, which was already excuse enough for Remus to refuse to go.

He was currently sitting with Sirius up in their dormitory, reading as Sirius lay with his head in his lap, Remus running his fingers through his hair subconsciously. It was comfortable. Perfect, really. Remus got to do his studying, and spend time with Sirius all at once. The little bookworm couldn't ask for anything more.

A few days after his birthday came Sirius' second favorite day of the year: Halloween. The boy loved it, dressing up, eating candy, getting drunk, chatting it up with ghosts. He couldn't get enough of it, really. The only problem was that Remus had flat out refused to go to the costume party the Gryffindors were throwing for Halloween. Of course the idea had been Sirius' to begin with, helped out by everyone in Gryffindor house except for Remus. While everyone was attempting to set up for the party downstairs in the common room, Sirius was in his dormitory with Remus, head in the other's lap, doing absolutely nothing.
 
“Pleeeeeeeeeeaseeeeeeeeee..” Sirius said out of nowhere, looking up at Remus, pushing the book aside for a moment so the other boy could look at him. “It'll be funnnnn. And you'll have a good time, I promise.” He continued, giving Remus the best puppy eyes the boy could manage. And with being a puppy, Sirius could pull off some adorable puppy eyes. “And I already got you a costume, and I promise I won't get too drunk and I promise I'll give you the best shag of your life when we get back up here.” He waggled his eyebrows as he said that last part for extra emphasis on this point.

Remus sighed a little as Sirius began his begging regimen again. Of course, the idea of a fantastic halloween shag was tempting, but he knew that even if he didn’t go, Sirius would probably still fuck him. But, Sirius had gotten him a costume. “Sirius you know I hate things like this.” he said, setting the book down, though those damned puppy-dog eyes were already starting to melt him.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “If I go, will it make you happy? Like, extremely very very super duper happy?” he asked, opening his eyes again and leaning down to bump their foreheads together. “If it will then...I suppose I’ll go. But, if I start to get uncomfortable, I’m going to come right back up here, you understand me?”

It took more effort than Sirius would admit to stop himself from leaping up and jumping up and down on the bed. But, Sirius had his appearances to keep up, so he merely smirked and nodded his head, leaning up a bit to peck Remus on the mouth. “I understand.' He scooted to the side some, before hoping off the bed and into a standing position. “You wanna see your costume?” He asked, already going to his own bed, pulling out a trunk that was under it, and opening. It took a little while for Sirius to find what he was looking for, what with the trunk filled to the brim with random things, old socks, a sneakoscope he never used.
 
“Aha!” He cried, finally tugging the costume out from under a pile of underwear. The costume was hidden in some sort of black bag that one would hold nice clothing in. With a wide smirk, he placed the bag on Remus' bed. “Don't touch it yet.” He commanded, kneeling down once more to riffle around in his trunk again. It was only a few more moments before he pulled out another bag, this one made out of some type of plastic material. Moving to the other side of Moony's bed, Sirius laid the plastic bag atop the clothing bag, and sat down. “Open the stuff in the black bag first.” Sirius said, buzzing with excitement. The costume he had bought Remus had cost a great deal of muggle money, having had to trade with James, muggle money for several galleons.
 
In the black bag, Remus would find an all leather..thing..made mostly of straps, connected to a very tight, very short pair of leather shorts. In the plastic bag, the other would find a collar, a leash, and a pair of black boots that were a matching shiny leather to the outfit. Sirius had picked it out from a muggle Halloween catalog he nicked from their Muggle Studies teacher. He searched and searched through the pages in that catalog before he happened across this. “Slave and Master” the thing had said. Sirius, of course, had a matching costume, but he was going to save that as a surprise for Remus later on in the evening.

Remus raised his eyebrows at Sirius before opening them, then he held up the leather outfit, if you could call it that. “You...want me to wear this in front of everyone?” he asked, giving Sirius a quizzical look. Certainly, Sirius didn’t think Remus would ever agree to something like this. He opened the other plastic bag and stared at the collar, leash, and black boots.

“Sirius if you really want me to go down there like this you’re gonna owe me much more than a simple shag.” he said, looking back at him feeling a bit nervous. He knew he’d said that he’d go already, but...He was starting to have second thoughts. The idea of wearing so little in front of so many people was embarrassing. He only wanted Sirius to be the one to see him like that, but then again, he wanted Sirius to be happy, and the boy did seem so happy when he’d agreed.

 Well, Sirius didn't expect Remus to go down there all by himself dressed like that. “You're not going to be the only one dressed up, Remus, it's a costume party.” Sirius said, rolling his eyes a little bit and picking up the leather thing that was on the bed. “Look, just try it on, and if you look bad, you don't have to wear it.” he said, thrusting the costume into Remus' arms. “And if it makes you feel better, I'll go put my costume on now so you can see what I'm wearing. We're gonna match. “ With that, Sirius leaned over, pressed a kiss to Remus' cheek, and hopped off the bed. Rummaging around the trunk once more, Sirius finally pulled out a black bag that was similar to Remus', and another, much larger, plastic bag.
 
It was then that he sat down on his own bed, closed the curtains around himself, and began to dress. Unzipping the black bag, Sirius revealed a pair of leather pants, that would no doubt be skin tight on him, a black leather jacket, equally tight, that had zipper detailing on the sleeves, and a black leather face mask that would cover only his eyes. In the plastic bag were a pair of black leather boots, much like Remus', but would hit him at the knee, and a long, thin, black whip made out of cow-hide and leather. It didn't take him long to strip and put the clothing on, smirking at himself once he was fully dressed.
 
Just as he suspected, the pants were skin tight and left nothing to the imagination. He was shirtless under the jacket, and with the face mask on, and the whip in his hand, he was ready to give Remus a very, very big surprise. “Close your eyes!” Sirius called out from behind his curtains. “Did you close them?” He asked again. “Keep them closed.” Finally, when he was sure that Remus had listened and closed his eyes, Sirius stepped out from behind the curtains of his four poster bed and cracked his whip loudly. “Open them.”

Remus just sighed, agreeing and getting changed while Sirius was doing so. He stood there in the harness and short-shorts, looking down at his nearly bare body. He shivered a little. Everyone was going to see his scars. He had the boots on as well, and the collar, with the metal chain of the leash hanging down his back. Then, Sirius told him to close his eyes, so he did so.

The next thing he heard was a loud crack, and for a moment he thought someone had cast a spell. His eyes flew open, and the sight before him made all other thoughts fly out of his mind. Sirius standing there looking so damn sexy, with a whip. The idea of Sirius using that whip on him made him salivate in lust. “Bloody brilliant.” he breathed, taking a few steps closer to him. The pair of them could’ve been cast in a muggle pornography film, from what Remus understood them to be anyways. “Fuck..” he said, his arms snaking around Sirius waist. “Promise to use that on me later?” he asked, nudging the whip with his knee.

Sirius bit the tip of his tongue and chuckled a little bit at his boyfriend's reaction to him being completely clad in leather. He was sure that the whip was a nice touch, being that his little werewolf was a known masochist. Once the other had his arms around Sirius, the dark haired male cracked the whip once more, the end of it coming dangerously close to hitting a spot on Remus' leg that was without protection. And speaking of sexy, Remus looked positively delicious in that outfit, all tied together with leather straps. “Only if you promise to let me fuck you while you're wearing this.” Sirius purred, bringing a hand up to trace Remus' back, fingers brushing across bare skin that was covered only with tiny bits of criss-crossing fabric.
 
Leaning down slowly, Sirius pressed a chaste kiss to Remus' mouth, whispering against the other's lips in that low, husky whisper that only Sirius had. “You're going to that party.” He flicked his tongue out a moment later, tracing the outline of the other's lips with the tip, then pressing another chaste kiss to the dip in Remus' upper lip. “And then we're going to come up here..” He paused for a moment, his fingernails running back down the sandy haired' boys back, “Where I'm going to fuck you until you pass out.”

Remus shivered. Sirius knew exactly how to work him over and he was already doing a fantastic job of it. “Sirius can’t...can’t we just...fuck now?” he asked hopefully, though he knew the answer would be no. By now, he’d figured that part of the night was meant for Sirius to be able to show off. Show off his fantastic body, and he supposed, show off his boyfriend. He pushed his hips up against Sirius’ anyways, just to show how turned on he was by it all.

“C’mon, you know you wanna...” he purred, trying his best to seduce his boyfriend. “You wanna bend me over the bed and whip my ass till it’s nice and red, and then plow me till I can’t take it anymore.” he whispered, kissing at his neck. “Don’t you wanna do that to me, Siri?” he purred.

If Sirius hadn't been the main contributor to the Halloween party, he would have already had Remus' tight little body bent over his bed and broken in his new whip by now. But, this was his party, and he had business to do. Mainly, he was just going to make everyone in the room salivate over him, and feel green with envy over how hot his boyfriend was. Though, there was a problem, what with his pants being so tight that any movement against them, say a sexy man in a barely there leather outfit rubbing his hips against the fabric there, would cause the entire world to see just what Sirius had to offer. The boy stifled a little moan by chewing on his bottom lip.
 
He then realized, because he seemed to have forgotten, that he had the whip in his hands. Raising his hand up, he cracked the whip once more. “I want to..” He began, voice turning more gravely and deep by the second, “But we have to go..” He was sounding more and more like this was a bad idea, and the only really good idea was staying up here in the dorms with Remus. “Speaking of which..” He said, using all his control to detach himself from his boyfriend for the time being. “We've got a party to go to. It should be ready by now, at least.” He said, eyes glancing towards the floor, seemingly where the party was, or in this case, the common room. Cracking the whip one more time for good measure, Sirius took ahold of Remus' hand, and pressed a kiss to Remus' neck, whispering “You look fucking delicious by the way, don't think I won't tear into you the second we get back up here” against the skin. With that, he crossed the room, Remus in tow, and made his way down to the party.

Remus whined a little more, but in the end of course, Sirius would win this little ‘argument’ if you could even call it an argument. So, he followed after him, much like the puppy that the collar and leash made him feel like. “Fine then, when we get back up here you owe me some really really hot sex and if you don’t deliver I’ll...I’ll.” he struggled to figure out what it was he would do. Then he figured it out. “I won’t let you touch me for an entire month if you don’t!” he said, nodding.

Soon, they were on their way down the stairs, and Remus was getting nervous. “Sirius no one is going to want to see me like this I swear...someone’s going to...to tell me to go and put some clothes on or something, I’m not hot like you are I can’t pull this off!” he said, his insecurities all floating to the surface now. Of course, Remus didn’t need to worry. As soon as they had stepped into the common room, where everyone else was dressed up as well, albeit not in anything nearly as provocative as them, but still, there were whistles and cat-calls heard all over the room.

James came over first and looked at the two of them, just shaking his head. “You know, it’s a good thing you decided to come out, Padfoot, because I seriously doubt that after tonight anyone would believe you’re straight.” Remus snorted and tried to hide his laughter. Poor Sirius. It was true, though. They were probably the gayest thing there.

 As the two descended the stairs, Sirius merely shook his head in reply to Remus' worrying. “You'll be fiiiine.” He said, pausing for just a moment to press a kiss to Remus' cheek. Of course, he was right about the party, being that as soon as the two stepped off the stairs and into the common room, they were greeted with resounding applause, cat calls, and wolf whistles. Sirius bowed gratefully, of course, being that he knew he looked damn good like this and so did Remus. Once James joined them, and said that there was no doubt about his sexuality, Sirius just laughed. “Don't be jealous Jamie..” Sirius purred, wrapping his arm around James' waist, bringing the butt-end of the whip up, placing it right under James' chin. “If you're good, maybe Moony and I will let you play with us.”
 
James pulled back from the other boy, a look of complete revulsion on his face, which was followed by an extremely loud cackle from Sirius, which then made James burst out laughing as well. He didn't care that he probably looked gay wearing that outfit, because he looked damn good regardless, and this was his party for his second favorite night of the year, and nothing was going to dampen his spirits. Reaching down, Sirius picked up the leash that was hanging down from Remus' collar and tugged on it, pulling the other boy away from James and further into the gaggle of people.
 
“RIGHT!” Sirius yelled out, one hand on the whip, the other holding Remus' leash. “WELCOME TO THE 6TH ANNUAL MARAUDERS HALLOWEEN PARTY.” Everyone in the room cheered loudly at this, which made the boy's blood start to pump. “NOW, THERE ARE ONLY TWO RULES. ONE.” He said, holding up one finger. “DRINK AS MUCH BOOZE AS YOU CAN, BECAUSE WE'RE GETTING PISSED TONIGHT.” More resounding cheers from the Gryffindors. “RULE TWO. BE AS WILD AS YOU WANT BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS AT THE MARAUDERS HALLOWEEN PARTY STAYS AT THE MARAUDERS HALLOWEEN PARTY. GOT IT?” Hundreds of Yes's answered him. “NOW LET'S GET OBLITERATED” And with that, he let out a loud, animalistic sort of yell, that rippled through the crowd of people. Several of them reached out to touch Sirius, looking at the boy in complete awe. And right they should, because tonight. Sirius Black was a god.

Remus couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when he was tugged up in front of the crowd like that, Sirius shouting about the party and all the rules and blah blah blah. He was too busy cowering behind him to even really pay much attention to what he was saying. Soon everyone was hooting and hollering again, many people reaching out to touch Sirius, and to his vast surprise, himself as well. This was...weird.

He felt hands all over him, and twice he had to swat at someone who had managed to slip their hand down the back of his shorts. “S-Sirius!” he said, his face about as red as a tomato now as he clung to his boyfriend’s arm for dear life. “Let’s...go sit down or something.” he said, wanting to get out of the crowd and away from the many hands. He’d already been pinched all over, his butt having been slapped many times as well. He felt like a raw piece of meat or something, and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

While Remus seemed to be hating all the attention, Sirius was completely at home with all of it. He loved being worshiped by his peers. That was the notoriety that came with being a Black, with being a Marauder, and well..with just being Sirius. People feared him, loved him, lusted after him, all at the same time, and that gave Sirius a kind of high that nothing else did. When Remus tugged on his arm, Sirius barely noticed it. It was the almost frantic sound of the other's voice that got Sirius to look at him. “What's wrong? I told you they'd love it.” He said, smiling and nodding towards the people that were still around the two of them. Though, truthfully, some of that crowd had diminished just slightly.
 
“Don't be such a downer, Remus, it's a partyyy. You're supposed to have funnnn.” He cooed, his face getting very near Remus' ear so that no one around him could hear. It was then that someone tapped him on the shoulder. Sirius turned for a moment, and was met head on with a glass of what he assumed was liquor. “For you, Sirius.” Came the voice of the person holding the drink, a rather pretty blond girl with dark skin. “Cheers.” He said back to her, taking the glass from her, clinking it against hers, and downing the mixture. Once the glass was empty, he handed it back to the girl and turned to Remus again. “Look, just try to have fun, alright? For me?” He pleaded, giving Remus the best puppy eyes he could manage.

Remus sighed a little. “Fine but...if one more person puts their hand down my pants, besides you, I’m going to hex them.” he warned, slapping another hand away as it managed to reach his nipple. So, just because he was wearing something a bit...slutty, people thought they could reach out and touch him wherever they pleased? That wasn’t very nice at all, he thought indignantly. He was then approached by a rather cute looking fifth year boy, holding out a glass of champagne, or at least Remus was pretty sure that’s what it looked like. “For you.” he said with a roguish grin, holding it out. Remus took, nodding to him before taking a sip of it.

Well, he supposed this wouldn’t be TOO bad. People seemed to think he and Sirius were like royalty or something. He wasn’t really used to the idea of being popular like that, but it...well, could’ve been worse.

As the night progressed, that same boy came back to give Remus drink after drink, and after a while, him and Remus got into an idle conversation while Sirius was off doing god knows what. It was the first time Remus had left his side all night, feeling a bit emboldened by the liquor. Him and the boy were sitting by the fire, and Remus hadn’t even noticed how close they were sitting either. The boy was going on and on about how he wanted to try out for the quidditch team, something about how he knew Remus because of how smart he was or...was it...because Remus was friends with James? Remus’ mind was too fuzzy to remember really. He felt like he felt that night back when he and Sirius had played truth or dare.

“Hey I gotta...go find someone.” he said, his words slightly slurred as he stood up, making his way away from the other boy, his eyes searching the crowd for Sirius. “Siri...Siriu...ussss!” he called out, wondering just where his lover had gotten off to.

Sirius, who was mainly just glad Remus was having a good time and talking to someone other than himself, had spent a good portion of the party drinking everything that was handed to him. This was one of the perks of being the social butterfly that he was. After drinking what felt like his millionth drink since the party began, Sirius had found himself in the middle of several wide eyed girls, who were listening to him repeat a heroic tale of the time he singlehandedly took on a full grown mountain troll. This was all complete rubbish, of course, but that didn't matter to him, or as it would seem, the girls around him. They were all looking up at Sirius like he was God's gift to the world, and nothing else mattered to them but listening to him speak. A few of them were just simply staring at his crotch, but masked it by nodding at appropriate times in the story.
 
He was shaken out of his fierce retelling of that story, though, by the voice of his boyfriend, which seemed to be slurring a little bit. “Excuse me ladiessssssss.” Sirius said, his own voice slurring a little bit. The girls all replied with a collective “Awhhhhhhh” in disappointment, but Sirius pushed past them anyways in search of his no doubt drunk lover. “REMUSHHHHH.” He called out, looking around the room almost frantically before laying eyes on his sandy haired counterpart.”There you areeeeeeeeee.” He called out again, meandering his way towards Remus.
 
With an outstretched arm, Sirius grabbed a hold of that leash the other had and tugged on it playfully, the widest grin he could muster planted on his face. “Having funnnn babyyyyy?” So Sirius was beyond drunk, but at least he still looked good. Wrapping an arm around Remus, he tugged the other boy against him, their bodies touching for what seemed like the first time in years, but really had only been a span of about an hour. “I missed youuuu.” Another large smile, before Sirius turned and reached out his free hand, grabbing a glass of champagne off of one of the floating trays that had been bewitched to wander among the crowd. He took a sip of it, and offered it up to Remus. “Wanttttt?”

Remus giggled a little when Sirius called him Remush. It was funny. “I’m not...mushy!” he said with a big pout, though he was still laughing. Then Sirius grabbed some champagne and offered a bit to him, which he took gratefully. He swallowed it all down and reached back to put the glass on a table, but missed and dropped it on the ground. There was a tinkle of breaking glass, and Remus giggled more. “Whoopsiedasiessss” he said, turning around to stare at the broken glass for a moment, before looking back to Sirius.

“I missed you tooo it was like...like...almost foreverr!” he said, a big real pout on his face now. “Seere...ee...eous....you look so...sexyyy.” he said, running his finger down the other’s chest. “I wanna make out...c’mon, snog meee!” he whined, bouncing on his toes. “Look, everyone’s dooooing ittt!” he pointed out, gesturing to Lily and James who were sprawled all over one another on one of the couches, and the various other couples snogging in corners here and there.

 Remus was adorable when he was drunk. Of course Sirius couldn't really point this out to the other, what with him being equally, if not more, inebriated. He was impressed, though, when his little werewolf managed to gulp down the rest of the champagne in the glass without blinking an eye. Sirius was non-phased by the broken glass, having broke too many too count that evening alone. “Youuuuu always think I look sexxxyyyyy..” Sirius pointed out. Even in his drunken stupor, he still knew that Remus thought he was delicious. He did have to agree with the other, about everyone snogging, because it seemed that almost all of the remaining party guests had paired up, making the common room a smorgasbord of tonsil hockey.
 
“What if I don't wannnnaaa..?” Sirius teased, clearly kidding of course because he was always up for snogging Remus. He unhooked his arm from Remus' waist with only a little bit of difficulty before grabbing a hold of the leash that the other wore, tugging on it. “Onnwarddd!” He cried, laughing at himself for no real reason. He tugged on it a bit more before beginning to walk, trying his hardest to weave through people, chairs, and tables without injuring himself or Remus. Finally, he found a semi secluded, overly stuffed arm chair. Plopping down on it, Sirius tugged the other boy into his lap, one hand still holding that leash, the other finding it's way to Remus' hip. “Youuuu..” He began, whispering, pulling the boy closer. “Are my pettttttttt wolffff tonightt. Lookkk, you've got a leaaash.” Sirius tugged on the leash again, pointing out the obvious for what must have been the millionth time that evening.

Remus pouted and looked as if he was about to cry when Sirius said he might not wanna snog him. Of course, Sirius had been kidding. Silly Remus, he knew that. Didn’t he? Maybe...Well, it didn’t matter. He was being pulled across the room by his leash, and it took all his concentration not to fall down and get choked to death by it, as he was sure would happen with one false step.

He was tugged into Sirius’ lap and fell there gratefully, grinning a bit when Sirius called him his pet wolf for the night. Remus nodded a little, leaning up to nuzzle at his neck, licking him affectionately like a pet puppy would do. He then did a sort of drunken slurred fake howl type of thing before giggling and snorting. “Wolfie...I...am a pet wolfie.” he said, as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever heard in his life. “So...what’s that make you then? My...master?” he asked, shifting a little so that he could be more comfortable in Sirius’ lap, sort of laying with his legs dangling over one of the large arms of the chair, his back against the other, butt in Sirius’ lap.

If Sirius could get Remus drunk on a regular, if not daily basis, the boy would be happy as a clam, for Remus was always the most relaxed when he was drunk, so it seemed. Sirius fell into a fit of giggles when the other did his little fake howling type of thing, being that he had never seen Remus howl before, save for when he was Moony, and they were running around wrestling, dog and werewolf. “I haveee a whip, don't I?” Sirius asked, realizing then that he did have a whip, but had lost it sometime during the evening. “Hold that ttthought.” He whispered to Remus, bringing his fingers to his lips and wolf whistling, catching the attention of the people still in the common room. “OI. Anyoone seen my whippp?” Sirius asked to the collective group, making a sort of “Whhhppstttt” sound that was supposed to be the cracking of a whip, and he did a hand motion right after to prove his point.
 
There was a bit of a scuffle between two girls before one of them, the larger one, came out victorious, Sirius' whip in her hand. “I've got it Sirius!” She said happily, nearly prancing over to him, handing it to him by the butt-end. “Thanksssssss.” He said to her, before turning back to Remus and holding up the whip. “See? I'vee got a whip. That makes youu my pet. And I'm your maasterr.” His words were slurring a bit, but he figured that he still sounded good. “Nowww be gooddd, else I'll have to whipppp youuuu.” He held onto the whip, pretending to crack it softly against Remus' arm, making that same “Whhhhpppstttt” sound a few times.

Remus was now having a giggle fit, snorting every now and again too, something that only seemed to happen when he was drunk. “But Sereeeee-usss.” he said, a hiccup thrown half-way through finishing Sirius’ name. “What if I want...you toooo...wh...whi...whiii...” he frowned, looking upset. “Hip? Dip?...Skip?” he had forgotten that word. What was it? He blinked a few times. “Hit me with...with that!” he said, nudging the whip with his nose. “would you?” he asked hopefully, shifting so that he could sit on Sirius properly now, straddling him.

Remus found this to be his favorite position anyways, and it was always the best. He could grind, hump, and kiss Sirius all he wanted this way. “You know I like when you hurt me.” he purred softly, kissing him on the chin, and giggling when he felt that familiar prickly stubble. “Mr...cactus...chin!” he said, positively howling with laughter.

Sirius would most certainly hip Remus, and dip Remus, never skipping Remus. But he'd probably, most certainly whip Remus. The dark haired boy snorted and fell into another fit of giggles at the drunk boy sitting on his lap, who had just kissed Sirius' chin and called him Mr. Cactus chin. Sirius leaned forward a little bit, snapping his teeth at Remus' lips for a moment, before actually nipping at his upper lip, catching it between his teeth and tugging gently. “Fiiiineee..” He whispered, still giggling a little bit against the other boys' mouth. “If youuu're a good boyyy..I'll..whipp youuuu.” He smirked, though it wasn't nearly as sexy as it normally was, being that he had probably drank his weight in liquor that evening.
 
He brought the handle of the whip up a bit more, tracing it over Remus' cheek, and then down the boy's chest. He was a bit excited himself, for the idea that he might just get to use that thing he bought on the boy in his lap. He thought to himself that now might be the best time for him to take his lover upstairs, he shifted, placing the handle of the whip between his teeth before wrapping his arms around Remus, making sure the other's legs were hooked around his waist, and with great effort, he stood, carrying Remus, with his hands placed under Remus' thighs to keep him steady. It would have been much easier to carry Remus bridal style, but this way was probably the safest, seeing as though Sirius was drunk, and was prone to bumping into things when he was inebriated. As he carried Remus up the stairs to their dormitory, forgetting to bid his party guests farewell completely, Sirius laid his head against the other boy, being that he couldn't do much else, his hands and mouth being busy holding things.

Remus was completely content to be carried like that, and he didn’t even notice the insanely jealous look many of the girls, and that one fifth year Ravenclaw boy was giving them. He didn’t notice the many girls that were swooning over how adorable they looked either. He was just happy, eyes closed, and honestly almost passing out with how comfortable he felt.

But, of course, soon they were up in the room and he heard the door shut, so he forced his eyes open once more. “Serreeuss.” he said softly, squirming a little in his arms. “I’m...sleepy.” he said, getting down and standing there, blinking and rubbing his eyes while looking up at his boyfriend, his eyes heavy, mind dull now. Funny thing about alcohol, really. Yes, it made him horny, but also, extremely tired. Remus pouted a little, and then sat down right there cross-legged on the floor. “I...wanna sleeep.” he whined, hugging Sirius’ shins.

Sirius had planned on giving Remus the sexual adventure of his life as soon as they reached the top of the stairs, but that idea soon fell by the wayside when the two entered the room. “Oh..my..god..” Sirius gasped, panting a little bit, letting Remus down so the boy could plop on the floor. “Hasss there alwayss been that..many stepss?” Sirius' mind was toying with the idea that someone must have bewitched those stairs to be a thousand miles in length, because he was so incredibly exhausted by the time they reached the top that all the boy wanted to do was sleep. Remus seemed to be sharing this sentiment.
 
“Letsss..” he began, taking a few steps towards his bed and collapsing on it, face in the pillows, not bothering to take his clothes off. “Goootobedd..” He mumbled against the pillows he had landed on. “Come'ereee.” Sirius continued, the hand that held the whip laying off the side of the bed, the whip coiled up in the floor like some kind of leather bound snake. There was no way in the world that Sirius was going to get up, or change his clothes, or roll over for that matter. If Remus wanted to sleep with Sirius that night, he'd have to just lay on Sirius directly. Which the dark haired boy didn't have any qualms with, really.

Remus watched as Sirius walked over, then collapsed, and pouted. “Siriiiusss are you okayy?” he asked, crawling over on all fours. Of course, Sirius asked him to come up there, so he was okay. He finished crawling the rest of the way before getting onto the bed, laying down half on Sirius, half on the other side of the bed. “Hey...I...gots a secret...” he whispered, nuzzling into Sirius neck. “But...you can’t tell...no one...shhhh.” he said with a soft giggle.

After a moment, Remus wound his arms around Sirius some how. “I...I luff...you...like...big tons...lots...morethan...I...like...uh...” he racked his brain. “um...more than...I...like books?” it came out as a question more than anything. But, really, it didn’t matter. “I...do really I...luff you...more...than...” he trailed off, and then, he was passed out asleep. Poor little werewolf. He wasn’t used to drinking at all.