Who\'s That I Smell on You?

The sun filtered in through the dirty windows at the Shrieking Shack that Sunday morning. Curled up in a heap of sleeping bags, Sirius was spooned against Remus. Remus woke first, yawning as he nuzzled against the back of Sirius\' neck.

\"Make me breakfast, woman,\" Remus murmured with a low, raspy chuckle in his voice. Sirius shifted back a little in half-sleep, turning his head to look at Remus.

\"Make it yourself, Albert Canus.\"

\"Har, har,\" Remus said irritably, nipping the back of Sirius\' neck. \"I hate it when you call me that.\"

Sirius yelped lazily and growled playfully.

\"Ooh, do that again.\"

Remus felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His tongue touched the back of Sirius\' neck again, but this time more in an investigating way. Sirius groaned with pleasure, pushing back into Remus. He smells different. Where\'ve I smelled that before?

Remus pushed his fingers through Sirius\' hair, his mouth along the back of his neck, tasting and scenting, but to Sirius it was all hungering. Sirius whimpered and pulled Remus\' hand over to his cock. Remus\' fingertips dragged delicately up over Sirius\' hardening cock, but his senses were now filled with another man\'s scent. The gaze Sirius could not see narrowed. Completely oblivious, Sirius wriggled and his breathing became heavier and more labored.

\"Uhhhh, don’t stop, lover, why are you stopping?\" Sirius pleaded.

Remus wrapped his fingers around Sirius\' cock and started again, feeling the friction of warmth of him in his palm. Sirius gasped and squirmed, arching into him. Despite himself, Remus was getting harder, but he realized to his chagrin that it just might have been the scent of this mystery man. Woman? No, it seemed more a male scent.

\"Sirius.\"

\"Mmnngh?\"

\"Who\'s that I smell on you?\"

Sirius blinked, bewildered, trapped in the nascent passion that snagged any attempt of mundane thought.

\"Smell…\" Sirius was obviously trying to think, which was no easy feat when Remus\' hand had not relented. \"That was days ago, how… could you… oh fuck, that feels good.\"

\"How could I know?\" Remus said easily, fingers pulling up and under Sirius\' ballsac with a gentle tug. \"Surely you know the answer to that, pup.\"

\"I sure do, Canus darling,\" Sirius responded with a pleased drawl, arching against Remus as he craned up for a kiss. Remus returned the kiss, but his fist became tighter around Sirius\' cock, the jerking rhythmic and faster.

\"D-don\'t go so fast,\" Sirius gasped, \"Getting… too close…\"

\"That\'s the point,\" Remus said. \"But you\'re not going to come.\"

Sirius\' eyes widened in confusion.

\"Not… what?\"

Remus drew his tongue across the back of Sirius\' neck and Sirius moaned. Fuck! Another scent underlaying the first. Remus snarled low but Sirius took that for ardor and unconsciously thrust his hips against Remus\' hand.

\"Oh, yes, that\'s… Remus, my guhhh… ohhhh,\" Sirius said between panting.

\"Come and your cock will not see the light of day for a month,\" Remus said quietly.

\"Are you fucking insane?\" Sirius gasped, \"I\'m… right… and you\'re…\"

Remus\' hand encompassed Sirius\' cock in a slick warm grasp, never relenting, never easing and Sirius was all but digging his heels into the sleeping bag.

\"Don’t.\"

\"I can\'t!\"

\"Anymore than you can stay away from snogging others?\"

\"It was just flirting, just a kiss,\" Sirius said, whimpering, \"Please, please can I…\"

\"No.\"

\"Remus, you fucking bastard!\" Sirius moaned, \"Then why are you doing that… that to me?\"

\"To remind you who you belong to.\"

\"I\'m yours, I\'m yours,\" Sirius babbled, \"Always and forever, you\'re the best, you\'re the only, only… ohhhhh fucking fuck you fucking beast let me come let me come.\"

\"You\'d abjure all others if only to come right now,\" Remus said with a disgusted snort.

\"Ab… ab what?\" Sirius said in a tight, strained voice, trying to laugh. \"Was that a spelling word? Remus, when you… fuck, I can\'t hold…\"

Remus let go of Sirius\' cock.

There were a few moments where neither spoke, no sounds except for Sirius\' labored breathing, which slowed eventually into regularity.

\"So,\" Sirius finally said, his voice giving away the evidence of frustration. \"Happy now?\"

Remus rolled over sightly and unscrewed the small tub of lubrication that had made for last night\'s pleasant evening. Taking a liberal amount, he rolled back over and slathered the warmth over Sirius\' entrance. Sirius\' moan was one of obvious relief. Remus was already hard, harder now because he knew what to do, what had to be done.

The thrust up into Sirius was almost instantaneous, gripping him as he did. Sirius cried out as the tight fit was pressed wider.

\"Don\'t come,\" Remus whispered as he started to fuck his lover.

\"Remus fucking Lupin, what are you trying to do to me?\" Sirius screamed out in frustration, this time trying to writhe away. But Remus only held on tighter, amazed at how aroused he was by feeling Sirius struggle. The side-lying position wasn\'t very easy, so he rolled over onto the boy, driving him into the sleeping bag. Sirius struggled to get up on his hands and knees, gasping with the pleasure and confusion.

\"Remus, please let me come, I swear it was nothing,\" Sirius begged. “It was just...\"

\"Just shagging?\"

\"No!\" Sirius cried out as Remus pounded into him harder. \"Not that, I mean it. It… you know… they just…\"

\"They think you\'re lovely,\" Remus added, punctuating the last word with a hard thrust. \"Trusting. Brassy. A flirt.\"

\"What\'s… the harm in… flirting?\" Sirius said with a gasp.

\"Do I invite James to the Shrieking Shack when it\'s not the full moon?\"

\"No…\"

\"This,\" Remus accentuated, pressing his hand down onto the back of Sirius\' neck, \"Is mine.\"

\"Yours,\" Sirius breathed, his voice hitching.

\"Not someone elses\' cute little plaything.\"

\"Yours.\"

\"Swear it.\"

\"I swear I swear I swear,\" Sirius cried out with each pistoned thrust, \"Can I come?\"

\"No,\" Remus groaned and he came, shuddering hard into Sirius, harder than he\'d ever come before and it was fantastic. Sirius felt it and he moaned, slamming his fist into the floor. But he didn\'t come.

Remus pushed off of him, satisfied. Sirius slumped onto the sleeping bags. Sore, hard and frustrated.

\"You sure know how to drive a point home,\" Sirius said, his voice muffled into the covers.

\"Mmmn,\" Remus laughed. \"Funny, funny. I love you, pup.\"

\"I hate you.\"

\"No you don\'t.\"

\"No, I don’t,\" agreed Sirius, grumbling.

Remus pressed a kiss to the back of Sirius\' neck. It smelled good and it smelled like him.