It all started with a book ... ...

Sirius just entered the equation

Disclaimer: Not mine. Don’t get money for it.


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You are leaning against the wall. Wearing one of Remus’ tee shirts carelessly. Probably inside out, too. That’s round about all the clothing currently on your body. It is the following morning from your little tryst with the dazzling werewolf. Birds are perched on the tree outside of the window on your left hand side.

Oh, and Remus’ face is currently buried between your thighs.

You had woken up this morning in his arms along with a desperate need to visit the loo. Was quite a mission to get out of his grip, though. Even in his sleep, he was clutching to your waist possessively and you had to pry his hands free from your body before staggering towards the adjacent bathroom. On your way back, he was suddenly there, pushing you against the wall and falling onto his knees. One of your legs was swung over his shoulder and that is where it is still.

Sweet Circe, that tongue of his is back to doing the most exquisite things to your body once more. This particular wizard seems to be completely content with going down on a women and not expecting much in return. You are moaning again and it is starting to be really difficult to keep standing. Bugger breathing. Luckily, he seems to notice and his hands move to your hips to steady yourself.

“You sleep well?” His voice is somewhat muffled, considering that he is speaking against your clit. Which in turn causes wonderful vibrations to run through your body and gooseflesh to appear on your skin.

“Yessss.” Sounds a bit like a hissing snake. A fortunate snake, mind you.

You close your eyes and give your mind over to the sensations your body is already experiencing. One hand dislodges from your hips and is joined with his gifted mouth, ensuring to drive you into your own, personal nirvana.

When you open your eyes again, you register something is amiss. It’s quite obvious what it is, as it is right opposite you on the other side of the wall. You try to get a grip onto speech but for the first few tries only illogical sounds escape your mouth.

Finally, your vocal cords decide to grace you with their cooperation and you croak out, “Remus.” Wow that sounded like a strangled bird.

“What?” you feel his response more than you hear it because he just upped his tempo and you need to blink a few times before you gather yourself again. Or whatever is left of you, that is.

“There is a huge black dog sitting in the door.” The sentence turns into a deep sigh when a finger enters your body slowly and starts stroking in and out, effectively driving you insane and your mind away from any logical thought.

“Sirius?” he mumbles inquiringly.

“Yes.” Would you be kidding at this stage? Obviously you are serious . Humanly impossible to be anything but right now. “It is sitting right there in the open door.” You sound a bit wary. The gaze that dog is sending in your direction is a bit unsettling. He seems to watch every move you make. Even more unnerving is that he seems to be memorising those moves.

“Well,” Remus removes his mouth to grin up at you while adding another finger, “then I guess you just have to be very quiet. We wouldn’t want to wake up the portrait at the moment. Right?”

All you can do is nod dumbly and bite your bottom lip. You watch his face disappear again and all you can do is grab a bunch of his hair to get a grip on something. Reality certainly seems out of the question.

Your climax hits you quite unexpectedly and spreads through your body like an enraged field-fire. You open your eyes in a somewhat half shock, only to have it replaced with a fully grown one when your mind informs you of what your eyes had just seen.

You are shivering badly while fighting back the moans and screams that are trying to escape. Trust your vocal cords to have a mind of their own. Your knees, which have been feeling like they were hit by a Jelly-Legs Jinx a few minutes ago, have finally reached their capacity. You slide down the wall halfway, Remus keeping the other half upright and prolonging your climax by continuing with his ministrations.

Finally, you slide ungraciously into Remus’ lap, your head buried in the crook of his neck. He is caressing your back and legs lightly.

When your breathing has recovered to a somewhat normal level you turn to face Remus and whisper, “I think there’s a man standing in the doorframe.”

Well, that was exactly the picture your mind identified when you climaxed anyway. Now, being completely honest with yourself, it could have been a somewhat distorted picture of reality, considering your state at that moment. Nevertheless, you don’t dare to look there again. It was a bit weird after all. Why would your mind conjure up an image of another man, a very handsome one at that, while Remus was so wonderfully busy?

You shut your eyes tightly, childishly hoping that nothing is there as long as you can’t see it. You feel Remus turning towards the door and a weird sound escapes him that you can’t quite place.

“Looks more like a dog to me,” he tells you and you finally overcome your inner demons and squint through your eyelids.

Remus is right. It’s the black dog once more. The one you saw earlier, before you climaxed. Before the image was warped into a man by your overactive imagination. Funny that.

A gentle kiss later, Remus is up on his feet and you next to him. He is walking towards the still seated dog that has an expression on its face that shouldn’t be there.

“This is Snuffles,” Remus informs you and the dogs tail is thumping against the floor in greeting, “a common mongrel with lots of flees. No manners whatsoever, too.” You can’t help but feel that the last sentence wasn’t addressed to you but rather to Snuffles, who is growling dangerously while baring his teeth at Remus now.

Doesn’t seem like the best idea Remus has ever had but nevertheless, he grabs the scruff of the dogs neck and almost brutally pulls him out of the room. Snuffles, obviously not enjoying being manhandled, twists in Remus’ grip and tries to snap at his hand viciously.

You can’t see them anymore but a door is opened somewhere, followed by a loud thump and an enraged growl. Somehow, you aren’t quite convinced that that growl was issued by Snuffles...

Well, you feel a bit out of place at the moment. Who is to blame you? You haven’t seen much more than this very room, of a no doubt vast mansion. Well, you certainly saw a great deal of the ceiling of said room. Ah, a good chiding of own mind seems in order once more.

So, feeling all alone and forlorn, you quickly step into your knickers (which you found hiding underneath the four poster bed) and make your way to explore. A very silent exploration.

After opening the odd door here and there to find one bed chamber after the other, you head downstairs, holding your breath when you pass moth-eaten curtains behind which you suspect the offending portrait. You find a huge living room, complete with a bar, fireplace and the infamous, fluffy rug in front of it. You can’t help but smirk when your mind once more heads straight for the gutter while your body finds itself heading for the kitchen.

Since you are already there, you decide to whip up some breakfast. Can only help to restore some energy, right?

So, after inspecting every last cupboard for its contents, you throw some sort of breakfast onto the table.

Then you suffer from a heart attack when Remus manages to sneak up behind you.

He nuzzles your neck while holding onto your hips and swaying both of you to a tune in his head. “We’ll need to put out another plate ‘cause there’ll be some company.” Blessed be the werewolf for speaking in plural. Shows you he’s not one of those wizards who expects the witch to take over the household cores after a single shag. Mind-blowing or not.

“Company?” you say, pouting like the spoiled little brat you deny so vehemently to be. After all, you were expecting a casual morning shag, sans the voyeurism. “Who?”

“Sirius Black.”

Some alarm bells go off at the back of your head but you can’t establish a valid connection. Nevertheless, you are intrigued to meet the owner of the house you have explored earlier.

Before you can delve much further into the subject matter, you are spun around and your hands are pinned behind you with one of Remus’ hands. His tongue pushes your mouth open and moves in to search for yours, teasing and tasting. His free hand is stroking up and down the side of your thigh, each time moving higher and further under the hem of the t-shirt you are wearing.

When he moves his mouth away, his voice is multifaceted and sinister, causing your knees to go weak and your breathing to stall.

“I want to make hot,” nip at your throat. “passionate,” lick along your collarbone “steamy,” hand moving up under shirt, “mind-blowing” hand now tweaking one of your erect nipples accompanied by moan from you.

While you wait in shaking anticipation, another voice cuts through the thick and desire-filled air and completes Remus sentence.

“… coffee for you?”

You are looking over the werewolf’s shoulder through glazed eyes. The previous, orgasm-induced man is leaning against the frame of the door, smirking. A mischievous glint, far more developed than that of Remus, is sparkling back at you.

So, you are officially insane now. That kind of \'insane\' that generally requires warded hospitals and rooms with bubbly, soft walls.

Great.

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tbc.