You Can't Always Get What You Want

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: Some of you may note the difference in the spelling of Mooney/Moony within the chapters and therein lies the Mooney/Moony debate. I would love to hear your thoughts on this issue. However, please note for the purpose of this fic, I shall continue from here on in to spell it Mooney and I can’t be arsed to go back into the earlier chapters and change it, so please don’t bother bringing it up.

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Chapter 7

It was just coming up to one in the morning when Sirius returned to the dormitory. As he entered, he noticed that with exception of his own, all the bed curtains were drawn. He felt a smug satisfaction that Remus had watched him fuck Suzanne.

He felt justified; he felt righteous.

He noticed as he walked passed Remus bed, to get to his own that he could hear Lupin crying softy. The idiot had obviously forgotten to cast a silencing charm around his bed. It was a necessity when sharing a room with three other hormonally-charged men.

He now felt….guilty.

What was he doing! He upset one of his best friends in the whole world because of his own personal issues.

It wasn’t Mooney’s fault for God’s sake. It was his.

He reached over and pulled the curtain open slightly.

The werewolf looked up; his eyes reddened from his tears. His sad face took on a defensive expression, but the desired effect was lost on Sirius when Remus went and spoilt it by noisily wiping his snotty nose across his pyjama sleeve.

“What do you want now Black?”

“Mooney…I”

“Don’t call me that! Only my friends call me Mooney and you have surely proved to me today that you are not my friend.”

“Shush! You’ll wake the others.” He whispered. He quickly cast a silencing charm and scrambled onto Lupin’s bed, closing the curtains behind him.

They faced each other down. Sirius wanted to apologise but it was not a natural act for a Black. Remus simply glared back at him.

“Look, I admit that I may have over-reacted earlier… Iamsorry.” He mumbled at the end.

“What?”

“I-said-I’m-sorry, okay!” He enunciated, quickly turning away.

“Oh you think that’s it? Just apologise for being a total fucking wanker and hey presto no problems because Remus will forgive you? Well fuck you Black! You hurt me, I mean really hurt me. The Snape thing was nothing compared to this, you bastard.”

Sirius swallowed. This was the first time Remus had ever mentioned the Snivellus incident since it occurred.

“I…”

“What possessed you to act like that? I know it must have been awful seeing me and Mike like that.” Sirius’ stomach rolled due to the casual way he referred to the Ravenclaw. The numbing effect of the alcohol was obviously wearing off.

“Fucking hell Sirius, you’ve know I was gay for two years and you’ve even made innuendos about blokes doing it, so I refuse to believe that you had no idea what it actually involved.”

Sirius was still unable to voice his inner most thoughts on the subject, leaving Mooney to continue on.

“Were you upset because I kept my relationship with Mike secret? Because if that’s the case, I did that for a reason. I didn’t know it was last this long or how you guys would react to it.”

“You’re actually going out with him?!” He cried furiously.

“Yes, I have been for the last six weeks. Not that it has anything to do with you who I see.”

Sirius looked away, unable to face Lupin.

“I see that we’ve reached an impasse, so this is useless.”

“Have you fucked him?” Sirius demanded.

“That’s none of your business!”

“I want to know!” He shouted.

“No, not that I give a fuck what you think. Now if you’ve quite finished, I’d like you to leave, I’ve got early patrols in the morning.”

“Mrhmm.” Black mumbled incoherently.

“What?!”

“I was jealous.”

“I’m sorry?” Remus looked at him blankly.

“I SAID I WAS JEALOUS, OKAY!” He stated loudly.

“Jealous about what?” Still not quite comprehending Sirius’ meaning.

“I was jealous you were with him…” He spat out like it was a dirty word. “…instead of with me.”

Remus just looked at him, mouth agape. There, he’d finally said it. He admitted that he fancied Mooney, to himself and Mooney.

“Bollocks!”

“It’s true!” Sirius defended hotly.

“You expect me to believe that you’ve been in the closet all these years, especially after watching you bang the Gryffindor bike, not an hour ago!” He said nastily.

“I’m not gay or anything, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“Well, I hate to break this to you but I’m a bloke and if you fancy me, then I can pretty much guarantee that you’re queer mate.”

“But I fancy girls as well and just for the record, I don’t fancy blokes per se, I fancy one bloke; namely you.” He retorted.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I believe you. I find it hard to believe that Mr Straight himself has a thing for me. It’s probably just a crush and it’ll soon pass.” Remus sympathised. “They’re really common.”

“It’s not passed and it’s not a crush.”

“Of course it is mate. No wonder you’ve reacted as you did. I’m sorry I over-reacted too but…” His onslaught was rapidly cut off.

“I realised I fancied you the morning after the Snape incident.” Black stated matter-of-factly.

“You’re right, that’s a long time for a crush.” Remus conceded.

“See I told you so.”

“Alright, alright. I see your point.”

“Are we okay now? Friends?”

“Yeah sure.” Remus answered uncertainly.

“Give us a hug you great big soppy werewolf.”

“Come here then you mangy mutt.”

Sirius crawled over to him at the head of the bed and threw his arms around his best friend. His throat clogged with unshed tears. Remus merely hugged him back in silent knowing.

As they pulled apart, something passed between them. A moment of uncertain understanding; a connection.

Sirius launched himself at Remus, kissing him passionately. Lupin returned it with gusto. Tongues and lips fought for dominance. Sirius brought his hands up the Remus’ chest, feeling the broad expanse of the muscles that lay hidden beneath the pyjama top.

Remus’ hands slipped south and grasped Black’s muscular arse. Sirius groaned his arousal into the kiss. Being the more experienced in cases such as these, Remus experimentally moved his hands around the front of Padfoot’s trousers and began to unbutton them.

Sirius didn’t stop him.

He released his cock from the confines of his briefs and expertly pumped the shaft. Sirius tore his mouth away, closed his eyes and lay back, in essence giving Remus a carte blanche to do whatever he wished.

Remus slid down his Sirius’ toned body and took the engorged member into his mouth. He could faintly taste something foreign, unmanly; probably what was left of the Kettleburn girl from his earlier encounter.

He almost gagged but something within made him continue on. Made him want to eliminate any trace of her from Sirius’ body, leaving only his scent; his flavour.

He sucked and bobbed the shaft. Then teased the head, lapping up the pre-cum that gathered at the tip. Black moaned loudly; Remus was elated that he was responsible for this reaction.

“Sirius.” He whispered. Black looked up and groaned again. “I want you to watch me suck you off. Watch me.”

Their eyes met as he performed fellatio on his love. His gaze didn’t slip as he worked the shaft up and down, as he sucked the head like a lollipop or even as he slipped lower and tongued his balls. Remus could feel his own arousal growing as he gave pleasure to Sirius. However, like all good things, it wasn’t to last.

Sirius could hold his orgasm off no longer. With a final long and deep suck, he came deeply in the back of Lupin’s throat, pumping his hips erratically as if to milk every drop of seed from his body.

Mooney came back up, grinning inanely at Sirius as he heaved heavy breaths of air back into his lungs.

“I – have – never – come – so – hard – in – all – my – life.” He managed to say.

“Good, I’m flattered.” He moved to kiss Black on the lips but was a little confused when he avoided it. He kissed his cheek instead. “I hope we’re not finished though? There is still the matter of…” His eyes dropped to his own painful arousal.

“Oh yeah, sure but I don’t know…” Sirius evaded.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of it. Come here though.” Remus went to kiss him once again and again, he avoided his mouth; burying his face into his neck and sucking on a sensitive spot just behind the earlobe.

Remus shuddered. He fisted himself as Sirius nuzzled his neck and he soon climaxed over his hand.

He soon came down from his climactic high when Sirius disengaged himself from Remus and went to climb out of the bed.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?”

“Like you said Remy, you’re up early tomorrow and I’ve got Quidditch practise.” Lupin’s face dropped. He recognised the infamous Black brush-off when he saw it. Shit, he’d seen it many times over the years.

“Why the long face? Hey, we’ll talk tomorrow, I promise.” Sirius leaned in and kissed his forehead tenderly. And with that, jumped into his own bed.

Remus had a bad feeling that things were about to change and not necessarily for the better.