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Chapter 3
See chapter 1.
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Chapter 3
Meanwhile, sometime earlier:
“Want to go down to the dungeons and hex Snivellus? We can use the invisibility cloak and wait for him.”
“Nah mate, I’m meeting Lily in the Room of Requirement in half an hour. And, believe me I’m in requirement of some!” James laughed.
Sirius just looked back dejectedly.
Bloody women. They were only good for one thing.
Prongs was no fun anymore, since he’d become hog-tied to Evans.
He was chuffed his best mate was getting his end away after lusting after the redhead for so many years but did he really have to desert his mates as well?
You wouldn’t find him doing that, for a bird.
Nope, he was a ‘fuck ’em and leave’ man. No woman would ever come between James, Peter and his Remus.
Remus; of course. He’d go down to the library and sit with him. He’d spent enough time studying.
Now it was time to pay Padfoot some attention.
He got out the Marauder’s Map and went in search of Remus. As expected he was in the library. He noticed he was near some kid called Michael Bratherton.
Wait.
He knew that name.
Ah yes. A fellow seventh year. Ravenclaw, if he remembered rightly. Blond. A tall rangy looking lad.
A Ravenclaw. That no doubt explained it. Two brains together.
He often wondered why Moony had been sorted into Gryffindor. Not that he thought that Remy wasn’t the courageous sort but damned, if the young werewolf wasn’t the smartest person he’d ever met.
Smart and handsome.
God, he was at it again!
‘Stop it!’ He cussed inwardly
Just when he was starting to think he was getting over his teenage crush on his friend; he'd be damned if his hormonally over-charged psyche didn’t dredge up thoughts like that again.
When he first started having these lust-filled thoughts about his friend in the sixth year he had become scared.
He wasn’t homophobic or anything but up until then he fancied girls.
Hell!
He always fancied girls, he still fancied girls, he just happened to start fancying his best friend Remus Lupin as well. It didn't help knowing that his friend was also into blokes, in fact it made it worse, knowing that if he really wanted to do something about it, he could have the object of his unrequited desire.
Hey, he hadn't been refused by anyone he persued so far.
So modest, for one so young!
It had started about the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts. After those first few panic stricken weeks, he has done something totally out of character for Sirius Black.
He did some research.
If Moony hadn’t have been the focus of his obsession, he would have approached him for advice.
Instead, he had gone to the library and looked up same-sex crushes and latent homosexuality.
He discovered that it was perfectly normal for young teenaged boys to have crushes on either their peers or older men such as teachers etc.
‘It could have been worse’ He thought mirthlessly. ‘He could have developed a crush on old Slughorn!’
Urgh. Perish the thought.
He'd breathed a sigh of relief when he'd read that crushes of this nature didn’t always materialise into full-blown homosexuality or even bisexuality. More often than not, the crushes dissipate and ‘crusher’ often remained happily heterosexual for their remaining years.
But in the books he read highlighted a well exceeded timeframe.
‘There’s always an exception to the rule.’ He had rationalised.
‘Eighteen months was a long time for a supposedly ‘passing fancy’ to last, especially when you’re fantasising about them whilst you’re banging some bird in an empty classroom.’ That hormonally over-charged psyche voiced jeered back.
If he was totally honest with himself, it wasn’t diminishing. He was just getting better at ignoring it and blocking the thoughts out when they popped into his head.
His only acknowledge vice was his rough and tumble sessions with Remus.
He couldn’t help it.
It was a weakness in him.
He loved straddling the young man and teasing him and truthfully, he was teasing himself, just as much.
Christ!
He would wank himself stupid at night in bed; using the images of the sandy-haired Gryffindor squirming beneath him. Only in his fantasies, he wasn’t squirming because Sirius was teasing him; he was writhing in ecstasy because Sirius was fucking him senseless.
One of his masturbation fantasies that had been particularly popular of late, had begun life when he'd straddled his friend's chest teasing him over fancying him. He caught Remus looking at him and he had taken the opportunity to jump on him and tease him; accusing him of eyeing him up.
Poor Remus hadn't known what fucking hit him and had looked stricken by the accusation. All the poor lad was doing was looking in his general direction and he had taken the chance and created yet another mentally pornographic scenario to get himself off at night.
In his nightly fantasy, he was no longer prodding and poking a perplexed Remus. No, he was kneeling over his chest and feeding his engorge prick into that welcoming moist velvety cavern. He braced himself against the post of his bed with one arm, holding his cock with the other and pumped repeatedly into Remus' mouth. Remus would hum in excitement and the reverberations would send shivers throughout his body. Then he would pull back and come over the young werewolf's face, covering it with his creamy fluid. He would watch avidly as Remus' pink tongue would dart from out and he would lick the sticky emissions from his rosy red lips.
No! I'm not queer.
He was so in denial!
And now rock hard!
He snapped out of his reverie, as he got to the library and found that Moony was nowhere in sight. Madam Pince was dozing happily in her comfortable wing-backed chair.
He stopped to consult the map. It showed him that he and Bratherton boy were at the back of the library, deep amongst the shelves.
Typical, only Moony and a fucking nerdy Ravenclaw would actually willingly go that that far end of the dusty old tome shelves. He sat at their table for a while, waiting for them to return.
Maybe if he could bug Remus, he’d ditch his study session and the Bratherton kid and they could go and raid the kitchens.
A while past and there was still no sign of them.
With the map in hand, he set of to find them both.
He weaved his way through the tall, dimly lit rows of books in search of his friend.
Fuck, where were they? He consulted the map once more and found that they were just around the corner.
He couldn’t hear them.
They were probably sat reading some mouldy old boring book.
He turned the corner.
“Hey Moony, I know you said don’t bother but I thought I’d come and keep you company after al… What the fucking hell are you doing?!” Sirius said disgustedly.
He couldn’t believe his eyes!
There stood Remus with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. A look of pure ecstasy etched onto his beautiful features, getting sucked off by the Ravenclaw boy!
“Shit!” Was all Remus could manage to say but he didn’t pull away. Bratherton hadn’t seen or heard Sirius because of the silencing spell and he was continuing his ministrations.
Moony was too far gone at this point, he recognised the look.
“Oh just fuck off Padfoot.” He said genuinely to Black. “Can’t you see I’m busy…ahhh.” He grunted and came violently.
All Sirius could do was mesmerised by the spectacle before him. It was all of his fantasies come true, only he wasn’t the one responsible for that response. He was simply a voyeur, watching from sidelines.
He simply turned on his heels and ran.
I am starting to become a little anally retentive now about reviews. This fic has now reached 587 hits, with 8 readers reviewing it. That equates to one review per 73.37 readers. Come guys you can do better than that. I have thrown a tantrum over this in my other fic (but this one doing far worse readers per review than that one on this site). All I'm asking is that when you reach the bottom of the page at the end of the chapter, please click the Review You can't always get what you want button and write a genuine comment or ask a question. Do you like it or hate? Is it poorly written? Flame it if you want, I'll take anything over bloody apathy
Rant over now.
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Chapter 3
Meanwhile, sometime earlier:
“Want to go down to the dungeons and hex Snivellus? We can use the invisibility cloak and wait for him.”
“Nah mate, I’m meeting Lily in the Room of Requirement in half an hour. And, believe me I’m in requirement of some!” James laughed.
Sirius just looked back dejectedly.
Bloody women. They were only good for one thing.
Prongs was no fun anymore, since he’d become hog-tied to Evans.
He was chuffed his best mate was getting his end away after lusting after the redhead for so many years but did he really have to desert his mates as well?
You wouldn’t find him doing that, for a bird.
Nope, he was a ‘fuck ’em and leave’ man. No woman would ever come between James, Peter and his Remus.
Remus; of course. He’d go down to the library and sit with him. He’d spent enough time studying.
Now it was time to pay Padfoot some attention.
He got out the Marauder’s Map and went in search of Remus. As expected he was in the library. He noticed he was near some kid called Michael Bratherton.
Wait.
He knew that name.
Ah yes. A fellow seventh year. Ravenclaw, if he remembered rightly. Blond. A tall rangy looking lad.
A Ravenclaw. That no doubt explained it. Two brains together.
He often wondered why Moony had been sorted into Gryffindor. Not that he thought that Remy wasn’t the courageous sort but damned, if the young werewolf wasn’t the smartest person he’d ever met.
Smart and handsome.
God, he was at it again!
‘Stop it!’ He cussed inwardly
Just when he was starting to think he was getting over his teenage crush on his friend; he'd be damned if his hormonally over-charged psyche didn’t dredge up thoughts like that again.
When he first started having these lust-filled thoughts about his friend in the sixth year he had become scared.
He wasn’t homophobic or anything but up until then he fancied girls.
Hell!
He always fancied girls, he still fancied girls, he just happened to start fancying his best friend Remus Lupin as well. It didn't help knowing that his friend was also into blokes, in fact it made it worse, knowing that if he really wanted to do something about it, he could have the object of his unrequited desire.
Hey, he hadn't been refused by anyone he persued so far.
So modest, for one so young!
It had started about the beginning of their sixth year at Hogwarts. After those first few panic stricken weeks, he has done something totally out of character for Sirius Black.
He did some research.
If Moony hadn’t have been the focus of his obsession, he would have approached him for advice.
Instead, he had gone to the library and looked up same-sex crushes and latent homosexuality.
He discovered that it was perfectly normal for young teenaged boys to have crushes on either their peers or older men such as teachers etc.
‘It could have been worse’ He thought mirthlessly. ‘He could have developed a crush on old Slughorn!’
Urgh. Perish the thought.
He'd breathed a sigh of relief when he'd read that crushes of this nature didn’t always materialise into full-blown homosexuality or even bisexuality. More often than not, the crushes dissipate and ‘crusher’ often remained happily heterosexual for their remaining years.
But in the books he read highlighted a well exceeded timeframe.
‘There’s always an exception to the rule.’ He had rationalised.
‘Eighteen months was a long time for a supposedly ‘passing fancy’ to last, especially when you’re fantasising about them whilst you’re banging some bird in an empty classroom.’ That hormonally over-charged psyche voiced jeered back.
If he was totally honest with himself, it wasn’t diminishing. He was just getting better at ignoring it and blocking the thoughts out when they popped into his head.
His only acknowledge vice was his rough and tumble sessions with Remus.
He couldn’t help it.
It was a weakness in him.
He loved straddling the young man and teasing him and truthfully, he was teasing himself, just as much.
Christ!
He would wank himself stupid at night in bed; using the images of the sandy-haired Gryffindor squirming beneath him. Only in his fantasies, he wasn’t squirming because Sirius was teasing him; he was writhing in ecstasy because Sirius was fucking him senseless.
One of his masturbation fantasies that had been particularly popular of late, had begun life when he'd straddled his friend's chest teasing him over fancying him. He caught Remus looking at him and he had taken the opportunity to jump on him and tease him; accusing him of eyeing him up.
Poor Remus hadn't known what fucking hit him and had looked stricken by the accusation. All the poor lad was doing was looking in his general direction and he had taken the chance and created yet another mentally pornographic scenario to get himself off at night.
In his nightly fantasy, he was no longer prodding and poking a perplexed Remus. No, he was kneeling over his chest and feeding his engorge prick into that welcoming moist velvety cavern. He braced himself against the post of his bed with one arm, holding his cock with the other and pumped repeatedly into Remus' mouth. Remus would hum in excitement and the reverberations would send shivers throughout his body. Then he would pull back and come over the young werewolf's face, covering it with his creamy fluid. He would watch avidly as Remus' pink tongue would dart from out and he would lick the sticky emissions from his rosy red lips.
No! I'm not queer.
He was so in denial!
And now rock hard!
He snapped out of his reverie, as he got to the library and found that Moony was nowhere in sight. Madam Pince was dozing happily in her comfortable wing-backed chair.
He stopped to consult the map. It showed him that he and Bratherton boy were at the back of the library, deep amongst the shelves.
Typical, only Moony and a fucking nerdy Ravenclaw would actually willingly go that that far end of the dusty old tome shelves. He sat at their table for a while, waiting for them to return.
Maybe if he could bug Remus, he’d ditch his study session and the Bratherton kid and they could go and raid the kitchens.
A while past and there was still no sign of them.
With the map in hand, he set of to find them both.
He weaved his way through the tall, dimly lit rows of books in search of his friend.
Fuck, where were they? He consulted the map once more and found that they were just around the corner.
He couldn’t hear them.
They were probably sat reading some mouldy old boring book.
He turned the corner.
“Hey Moony, I know you said don’t bother but I thought I’d come and keep you company after al… What the fucking hell are you doing?!” Sirius said disgustedly.
He couldn’t believe his eyes!
There stood Remus with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. A look of pure ecstasy etched onto his beautiful features, getting sucked off by the Ravenclaw boy!
“Shit!” Was all Remus could manage to say but he didn’t pull away. Bratherton hadn’t seen or heard Sirius because of the silencing spell and he was continuing his ministrations.
Moony was too far gone at this point, he recognised the look.
“Oh just fuck off Padfoot.” He said genuinely to Black. “Can’t you see I’m busy…ahhh.” He grunted and came violently.
All Sirius could do was mesmerised by the spectacle before him. It was all of his fantasies come true, only he wasn’t the one responsible for that response. He was simply a voyeur, watching from sidelines.
He simply turned on his heels and ran.