Making Mischief

Three days later, Remus still had not come up with a challenge, and Sirius was starting to get more and more edgy.

In desperation, Remus took him to a nightclub – remembering how the younger Sirius had enjoyed them. He chose a muggle nightclub where his own condition would not be known.

Indulgently, he watched his mate dance with various partners – male and female – but each time coming back to him.

Sirius enjoyed himself, but was worried that Moony was trying to push him away. He enjoyed the dancing, but wished each time it could be with Remus, and he kept being drawn back to his side. Coming back not just for a rest or for a drink, but to reassure himself that his beloved Moony was still there – that he still loved him.

Fortunately, Remus did not mind the gentle reassuring kisses and hugs that Sirius gave. Sirius found his answers in his werewolf’s responses, and he began to relax.

He began to sense Remus was amused at the attention he got. Not that Remus didn’t get any attention himself, and Sirius found himself getting jealous each time somebody approached Remus.

After Sirius growled at three separate people, Remus collapsed in helpless laughter. He couldn’t help himself. Sirius was so protective, so lovingly attached to him that his efforts to keep Remus to himself were amusing.

And Remus was realistic to admit that if he thought that anybody was a serious threat to his mate, he would have reacted in exactly the same way.

He laughed as another woman made a blatant pass at Sirius – all but ripping her blouse off and shoving her breasts in his face. Certainly she seemed to enjoy wriggling around on his lap. Sirius grinned and stood suddenly – dumping the woman on the ground.

“Let’s get out of here, Remus. I need to get all naked and sweaty with you.”

“How terribly romantic of you,” muttered Remus. “I don’t know quite how to respond to such a romantic offer.”

Sirius kissed him. “I’m not intending to be romantic – just horny.”

“Ahh. I should have known. Home alright for you – or …”

‘Home. I need you badly, Remus. Feel how hard I am?”

“Can’t miss it. Shall we walk, or apparate?”

“Apparate,” growled Sirius, grabbing Remus hand and forcing him to apparate from where they were.

Remus had to admit it – the sex was good. Incredibly good. Both men were pushed by twinges of jealousy to show the other how good they were – and both had been aroused by the strangers who had tried to pick them up.

When they had finished, Sirius lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head. “You know, I realised tonight that I am a sex god. All those people wanting to fuck me. Don’t you feel honoured, Moony, that I still chose you.”

Remus made a noise that sounded like “Humpfh.” “I bet I can think of somebody you can’t have.”

Sirius sat up and planted a firm kiss on Remus mouth. “A challenge, Moony?”

Remus thought and smiled. He knew that Sirius loved him – was secure in that and that such a challenge would not endanger their relationship. “If you like,” he said slowly, thinking hard. All of a sudden a thought gripped him. He knew the one person who Sirius could not have – and did not want to have.

“I still say I can have anybody anywhere,” boasted Sirius.

“Snape. In public.”

“What?!”

“I said I bet you can’t have Snape in a public place – where I can see and watch for proof.”

“Are you sure you don’t mean join in?” asked Sirius sarcastically.

“Perhaps later. But you have to have him first – and in a public place. That should give you the stimulus to fuck him.”

“I’m going to need a lot of stimulus to fuck that greasy git.”

“What about if I offer you a prize if you succeed.”

“Depends on the prize. It had better be something pretty bloody good.”

“Me.”

“I already have you, Remus. I need more incentive than that!”

“Me – your sex slave – for a month. I will do anything, anywhere, anytime and any way for you.”

“Now that’s an incentive!” exclaimed Sirius, his body showing his excitement at that sort of prize. “To win that, I’d even do Filch.”

Remus shuddered. “Don’t. Please. It’s bad enough that I know you’ll have done Snape. But Sirius, there has to be a forfeit if you don’t – er – do the deed.”

“Remus, my love, with a prize like that dangling before me, I can guarantee I will. But what’s your forfeit.”

“You – my sex slave – for a month. Same conditions as me.”

Sirius felt himself harden even more. Remus thought that would be a forfeit??? Much has he loved the idea of having his Remus as his sex-slave – he was also excited about him being Remus sex-slave. Remus was a very sexual being – but Sirius sometimes found him a bit conservative. He was interested – obviously his beloved Moony had some unfulfilled fantasies – and he desperately wanted to help him fulfil them. He wondered what Remus would demand of him. His breath quickened, and he pounced on his mate, kissing and caressing him, their bodies rubbing against each other.

“That is a win-win situation all round, Remus,” he panted. “What are the conditions of the bet?”

Remus moaned and let his hands roam over the body on top of him. “Later,” he growled, nibbling at the neck being offered to him. “Much, much later.”