Every Breath You Take.

Sirius had been sitting at his desk in potions, his quill twirling in his fingers and glancing over at Remus. All lesson, he had been trying to catch his best friend’s eyes, doing sneaky things like coughing, clearing his throat, drumming his fingers on the desktop, shuffling his feet loudly, even nudging his books from his desk so they landed with a clattering slap on the stone floor. A few times, Remus had glanced at Sirius and suppressed a grin before looking back to the front of the class, seemingly ignoring Sirius’ futile antics, much to Sirius’ irritation and impatience. When the class was dismissed, Remus quickly gathered his things together and scurried off, heading towards the Gryffindor tower to the dorm. In exasperation, Sirius had clumsily gathered his own things together, then hurried off after his friend, saying in a rushed voice to James and Peter that he would see them in the Great Hall at dinner time.

Up the stone stairs of the Grand Staircase, Sirius climbed two steps at a time nimbly, slightly out of breath when he reached the top of the stairs. Quickly, he jogged to the portrait hole, impatiently gave the password, climbed in and ran across the Common room, up the stairs and down the hall to the dormitory.

Remus was on his bed, twirling his wand in between his forefinger and thumb, when Sirius burst in, his face flushed and his books askew in his arms. “You prat,” Sirius greeted Remus, kicking the door closed behind him.

Smirking, Remus swiftly waved his wand and said matter-of-factly, “Colloportus” at the door, sealing it shut, then leaned over and placed his wand on the side table. Looking back at Sirius, Remus laid his hands on his lap and grinned at his friend, who was skulking across the room to his own bed to dump his belongings on to it. “I wondered when you’d get here.”

Sirius whipped around and attempted to glare at Remus, the corners of his mouth twitching as he tried to suppress a smile. “You ignored me in class!”

Casually, Remus stood up and burrowed his fists into his pockets, his grin widening. “I know.”

Sirius couldn’t contain his smile. An impish smirk broke out on his face and he raised his hand, crooked his finger and beckoned Remus to him. “Get here, you.”

Arching his brows, Remus chuckled and shook his head. “You get here,” he replied.

Rolling his eyes, Sirius reached a hand to his black, curly mop of hair, raked it back and strode across the room to Remus. Dashing his hands out, he snatched at the front of Remus’ shirt and pushed him back hard, making Remus fall back on to the bed, the bed springs groaning and creaking loudly. Sirius climbed atop of Remus and straddled his hips, peering into his friend’s hazel eyes. “I don’t like being ignored, you know,” he said with a devious smile.

“I know you don’t.”

“Why’d you ignore me, then?”

“Because I like pissing you off.”

Sirius scoffed loudly and leaned down to claim Remus’ lips hungrily, kissing him hard and deep. Remus moved his hands to Sirius’ hips and dug his fingers in, pulling Sirius down on him as he pushed his own hips up. In response, Sirius growled into Remus’ mouth and increased the vigour of his rabid kiss, sucking Remus’ bottom lip into his mouth and biting down on it, still clutching the front of his friend’s shirt. He rocked his hips forward and pressed his clothed erection against Remus’, growling again into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, breathing heavily, Remus licked his lips and trailed his hands from Sirius’ hips to the front of his friend’s shirt, gripped the material and tugged the tails from Sirius’ trousers, rocking his hips slowly. “I love it when you are pissed off, Padfoot.”

Sirius gritted his teeth, gripped the front of Remus’ shirt tight in his hands and ripped at it, yanking the shirt apart, the buttons popping off sporadically and bouncing about haphazardly, some of them skittering on to the floor. He drew the partings of Remus’ shirt apart to reveal his scarred, pale chest and placed his hands over his pectorals, spreading his fingers and pushing down on his chest. “I fucking hate it when you piss me off, Moony.”

Remus grinned as he unbuttoned Sirius’ shirt from the bottom up, parted the shirt and unfurled it from Sirius’ broad shoulders, rolling it down his arms. “I fucking love it when you talk dirty, Padfoot.” He then grasped the strap of Sirius’ belt and threaded it from the buckle, let the loose ends of the belt flop from his hands and then popped the button on Sirius’ waistband open.

All the while, Sirius kept rocking his hips over Remus’ clothed erection, peering down at his friend lustfully. “You fucker,” he shot back, his dark eyes twinkling as he extended his forefinger and traced it over the scars that were slashed across Remus’ chest. He bent down and kissed Remus hungrily again, sliding his tongue into Remus’ mouth, lashing it about with Remus’ hot tongue, searching his friend’s mouth out with his slick muscle. He ran his hands from Remus’ chest up to his neck, up over his jaw, over his scarred cheeks and spread his fingers as he raked them through Remus’ sandy hair, curling his fingers over and gripping at the tresses.

“Fuck you,” Remus hissed between kisses, wedging his hand further down between Sirius and himself to cup his hand over the bulging erection and massaged at it forcefully, making Sirius groan into Remus’ mouth.

“You wish,” Sirius hissed back wantonly, making his kisses rougher and harder.

“Watch me,” Remus replied, breaking the kiss. He snagged his hand out from Sirius groin and dashed his hands to his friend’s buttocks, gripped them as tight as he could and heaved himself up, forcing Sirius from him and rolling Sirius on to his back. He greedily devoured Sirius’ lips briefly before getting to his knees on the bed and kneeling up, looking down at Sirius. Remus gripped the partings of his shirt and drew it from his shoulders, sliding it down his arms and dropping the clothing to the floor.

“Mmm,” Sirius moaned as he watched Remus reveal his scarred torso, reaching down to his boxers and slipping his fingers underneath the elastic, burrowing his hand in wholly to tease at his weeping, hard prick.

Wiggling his sandy coloured eyebrows at Sirius, Remus quickly unbuckled his belt, popped open the button and undid the zipper and then got to his feet quickly as he parted his trousers. Toeing his shoes off one by one, he dropped his pants to his ankles and stepped out of them, then pushed his boxers down, revealing his hard, swollen erection to Sirius.

“Fuck, Moony,” Sirius rasped, tugging at his cock and massaging it, rocking his hips against his own ministrations.

“Patience, Padfoot,” Remus replied silkily, leaning down and grabbing Sirius’ waistband. With a jerk, he yanked the trousers from his hips and drew the pants down Sirius’ thighs. Grasping his shoes, Remus tugged them off Sirius’ feet and dropped them with a loud slap to the floor, one by one, and then ripped Sirius’ trousers fully off his legs, throwing the clothing to the side. He then yanked down Sirius’ boxers, appraising his friend’s swollen length as Sirius massaged at it wantonly. “Move up the bed, you lazy arse,” Remus ordered, slapping Sirius’ thigh.

Letting go of his cock, Sirius scooted up the bed to lay his head on the pillow as Remus crawled on to the bed between Sirius’ legs, grinning mischievously at his friend and then crouched down to swathe his tongue over the shaft of Sirius’ cock.

“Ohhhh, fuuuuck!” Sirius hollered, arching his back and pressing his hips into the bed, his hands slapping on the bed either side of him and his fingers curling in to grip at the duvet.

Remus did it again, closing his lips over the head of Sirius’ prick and sucking at the bitter, salty precome that was oozing out of the tip, making Sirius moan and writhe underneath Remus. Plunging his mouth down over the hard length, Remus sucked it deep into his mouth while his hand moved to Sirius’ sac and cupped it, massaging Sirius’ balls.

“Oooohhhhhh, god!” Sirius groaned, lifting his head from the pillow to gaze down at Remus sucking his cock. “Fuck, Moony!” he added lustfully, frowning in concentration and moving his hips in a slow, languid rocking motion in time with Remus’ sucking.

Remus clasped the base of Sirius’ prick with his free hand and held the hard cock up as he plunged his mouth up and down the turgid length, letting his saliva dribble down the pulsing cock, feeling each vein and contour of Sirius’ prick with his lips and tongue. He cast his hazel eyes up at Sirius, meeting his friend’s eyes and winking at him, kneading at his sac in time with his oral ministrations. He groaned as he sucked at him, the vibration of his deep growl reverberating through Sirius’ cock.

Sirius threw his head back and arched his neck, scramming at the bed sheets harder, squeezing his eyes shut as he rocked his hips more forcefully. “Ohhh, fuck, Moony,” he breathed, gasping loudly, bending his knees and drawing his legs up.

Remus suckled at Sirius’ a little more and then pulled away slowly, sucking his cheeks in as he drew his mouth from Sirius’ pulsing cock and then made a loud slurping sound as he let the turgid organ slip from his mouth, it smacking against Sirius’ stomach with a wet slap. Moving his hands from Sirius’ groin, he placed them on either of Sirius’ thighs and parted them wider as he scooted back on his knees and then leaned down between Sirius’ thighs.

Sirius arched his head off the pillow and watched Remus descend down between his thighs, panting loudly, quirking his dark brows. “What are you doing?’ he asked breathlessly, licking his lips.

“Shhh,” was Remus’ reply as he moved his hands to Sirius’ buttocks and dug his fingers into the fleshy cheeks, parting them wide and lowering his face into the crevice of Sirius’ arse. He extruded his tongue and flicked the tip of it over Sirius’ hole, which made Sirius gasp in surprise and throw his head back on the pillow again, arching his back.

Again, Remus flicked his tongue over Sirius’ hole, parting his buttocks wider as he moved his face in closer, his nose nudging into Sirius’ perineum. He breathed in deeply, taking in Sirius’ musky scent and licked lewdly over the puckered hole. Sirius uttered a strangled cry and writhed underneath Remus, letting go of the duvet and slamming his hands hard on the bed. “Fuck!” he cried, his sphincter twitching at the warm, soft sensation of Remus’ tongue swirling over his hole.

Edging his face in deeper, Remus let out a groan as he swept his tongue over Sirius’ most intimate place in circular motions, prying his cheeks open wider. “Mmm, Padfoot,” he mumbled against Sirius’ hole, licking his lips and pushing his lips against the band of taut muscles, sucking at it.

“Fuck, Moony!” Sirius quailed, arching his back and pushing against the bed with his heels. His cock jumped every time Remus’ eager tongue passed over his entrance, making him jolt in his pose. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good!”

Grinning into Sirius’ arse, Remus poked his tongue as far out as it would go and quickly swirled the tip of it around Sirius’ pulsing sphincter before pointing the tip of it against his entrance and pushing slightly into the hole. He held his tongue there briefly, then slid it out, only to repeat the action again and again, establishing a rhythm as he fucked Sirius’ puckered hole with his tongue.

Sirius snapped his head from side to side, gasping and gripping at the bed sheets so tightly his knuckles were white, a thin film of sweat breaking out over his face and chest as his heart beat sped up and his breath became shallower. Remus increased the depth of his ministrations with his tongue, delving it deeper into Sirius’ sanction in fast, rhythmic strokes. He could taste Sirius’ in his mouth, on his tongue, saliva pooling out from his lips and collecting on the bed spread, the entire region surrounding Sirius’ hole now saturated and glistening with Remus’ spit. His own neglected organ was weeping a thick mass of clear precome, twitching fiercely as it rubbed over the bed spread in time with Remus’ rocking back and forth as he continually fucked Sirius’ hole with his tongue.

“Fuck! Moony, oh, god! Oh, god!” Sirius called out in a scratchy, breathless voice.

Grinning, Remus pulled away from Sirius’ hole and looked at him, licking his lips. “You like that?” he asked silkily.

Sirius snapped his head off the pillow, frowning deeply, his eyes misted over with lust. “Don’t fucking stop!” he hissed, still rocking his hips.

Remus scooted his knees in a little closer, placed a hand on Sirius’ stomach and moved his other hand between Sirius’ legs, swiping his finger over the wet hole. Sirius groaned and threw his head back again, bucking his hips up towards Remus’ finger. “You are so impatient,” Remus teasingly drawled, pushing his finger into the twitching entrance, slowly edging it in, feeling resistance from Sirius’ inner muscles.

Sirius arched his back and spread his legs wider, his breath hitching in his throat as he felt the warm bony finger enter him. Remus pushed his digit in up to the second knuckle and held it there a moment, waiting for the initial spasm of Sirius’ inner muscles to subside. Once it had, he drew his finger out almost all of the way, and then slid it back up smoothly, watching Sirius writhe and roll his whole body to the sensation. Languidly, Remus continued sliding his finger up and down until Sirius’ cavity had completely relaxed, and then slowly introduced a second finger, running his hand over Sirius’ stomach.

“Hurry up,” Sirius huskily breathed, lolling his head to the side and groaning as Remus’ fingers sought him out.

“You are so bloody impatient,” Remus scolded laughingly as he introduced the third finger, pushing them as far up Sirius’ passage as he could, stroking his fingertips over the head of Sirius’ prostate.

Sirius let out a shrill, lustful cry and arched his whole body, squeezing his eyes shut and then slumped on to the bed, groaning as if being tortured. “Shut the fuck up,” he moaned, rolling his hips against Remus’ fingers.

Feeling that Sirius’ passage had completely relaxed, able to slide all three fingers in and out of his cavity with ease, Remus took his hand from Sirius’ stomach, drew it to his mouth and spat on his fingers and then lowered it to his cock, swathing the spittle over his turgid prick, the organ jumping and twitching at every sensation, making Remus groan softly. Scooting in, he placed his hand next to Sirius’ hip on the bed, leaning his weight on it, pulling his fingers from Sirius’ hole, which was met with a desperate groan from Sirius, and gripped his prick. Lowering himself down, he positioned his cock against Sirius’ entrance and nudged the swollen head at his stretched sphincter.

Sirius raised his legs up in response, rolling his head to look up at Remus, his dark hair matted across his damp forehead. Frowning in concentration, Remus pushed his cock in slowly and carefully, gritting his teeth and letting out a wheezed moan as he fully sheathed himself inside Sirius. “Fuck,” Remus sibilated through gritted teeth, staring into Sirius’ dark eyes. Holding his cock in for a moment, letting Sirius get used to the sensation of having something much thicker and longer within him, Remus then drew out slowly until the head of his cock was just in Sirius’ entrance, then slowly plunged back in, letting out a low growl.

Sirius parted his lips and gasped, furrowing his brows and gripping the bed cover tighter, slowly rocking his hips forward, pushing his hole down on to Remus’ length. “Oh, god, yes,” he whispered shakily, slowly letting his head drop back on the pillow as a languid rhythm was established.

Remus pivoted his hips back and forth as he slid his cock in and out of Sirius, keeping himself propped up on one hand, the other hand meeting Sirius’ thigh and curving around it, gripping it tightly and pulling Sirius’ leg up higher as he ground into Sirius harder, making his strokes within Sirius more forceful and deeper. Remus broke his eye contact and lagged his head forward, his sandy coloured hair flopping over his forehead, hunching his shoulders as he thrust in and out of Sirius.

Feeling Remus’ cock nudging against his prostate, Sirius let out long groans as his cock reacted to each push against that spot, jumping up and down, the slit on the purpled head seeping out a thick gush of more precome that smeared across his clammy stomach in clear strings. “Harder,” Sirius huskily spoke, bearing his hips down upon Remus every time Remus thrust into him. “Harder, dammit!”

At that, Remus gripped Sirius’ leg tighter and rammed in deeper, slamming his cock against Sirius’ prostate, moaning and making loud guttural noises, lifting his head to watch Sirius arch his neck and cry out noisily. In and out he slid, hardening and quickening his pace, feeling Sirius’ inner muscles grip around his prick and suck at him. Remus’ breath grew more and more laboured, sweat trickling down his forehead and dripping off in small drops on to Sirius’ chest. He could feel his balls tightening with each thrust in, his pulse racing racer and his throat growing dry with the shallow, rapid breaths. “Come on, Sirius,” Remus coaxed, gritting his teeth and pulling his lips back to reveal his teeth. “Come on, Padfoot. Give it to me. Come on.” He rammed in harder, now grunting with each inward thrust.

Sirius let out rhythmic groans and cries as Remus slammed into him harder, snapping his head to the side, his mouth twisted open with an expression of sheer and utter pleasure. “God…Remus…Moony…fuck!” he called out hoarsely.

“Come on, Padfoot,” Remus growled, letting go of Sirius’ leg and moving his hand to Sirius’ cock, wrapping his fingers around it and plunging his hand up and down the stiff member. “Come on, come for me, Padfoot. Come on, baby.” He fisted Sirius’ cock in time with his thrusts, adding breathlessly, on the brink of coming, “Look at me, Padfoot. Come on, look at me.”

Remus’ thrumming hand over his prick made Sirius increase the rocking of his hips as he pressed his heels into the bed to push up harder against Remus. Groaning, he rolled his head to look at Remus with half-lidded eyes, licking his lips and frowning deeply. “Oh, god…ohhh, god…ohhh, god…ohhhhhh, GOD!” Shuddering and bucking his hips up, Sirius forced his eyes to stay peeled on Remus as his seed spewed forth in a tumescent wave, spitting out over Remus’ hand and spattering on his stomach in spurts, gasping Remus’ name and crying out in time with his orgasmic spasms.

Feeling Sirius’ inner cavity shudder and tighten as he came, Remus uttered a deep, loud moan and hunched over as he came into Sirius, his thrusts now almost bestial as he milked himself into Sirius, his entire body tingling and buzzing with the euphoric sensation of the orgasm permeating every crevice of his body, all of his muscles tensing and twitching in response to the powerful waves. He continued to slam into him, plunging his hand up and down Sirius’ length, his arm that was supporting him aching terribly. He kept going until he was utterly spent, his breathing fast and wheezy, spilling every drop of his come into Sirius’ cavity until he could thrust no more.

Halting his ministrations on Sirius’ cock and slowing his thrusts into Sirius to a stop, Remus slumped forward, Sirius’ warm leaving squishing between them, resting his cheek on Sirius’ chest, hearing the fierce pounding of Sirius’ heartbeat within his ribcage. “Oh….god,” Remus muttered, closing his eyes and catching his breath.

Sirius swallowed thickly and let go of the bed spread, flexing his fingers, feeling them tight and cramped from his tense grip on the cover and moved his arms to wrap them around Remus, letting his entire body relax. “That…was…fucking…incredible,” he said in a soft, gasping voice.

Remus grinned and pushed himself up to look down at Sirius. “Told you I’d fuck you,” he said teasingly, moving the hand that had been supporting his weight to Sirius’ face and stroking his fingers over his cheek tenderly.

“Fuck you,” Sirius shot back, grinning back at him.

“Maybe next time,” Remus replied, leaning in to press his tender lips against Sirius’ and kissed him softly.

“You piss me off so much,” Sirius muttered into Remus’ mouth, tasting himself on Remus’ puffy, red lips.

“I know.”

“You fucker.”

Chuckling, Remus pulled away briefly and looked into Sirius’ dark eyes and then winked at him. “Shut up, you,” he replied, shifting his hips, his flaccid cock slipping out of Sirius.

“Don’t ignore me like that again, you prat,” Sirius continued, sliding his legs down to straighten them on the bed, cradling Remus in his arms.

Remus merely wiggled his eyebrows and moved back in to kiss Sirius again.