The Evolution

This story is based on characters and situations in the Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling; it does not seek to infringe on copyright nor to make any money for its author.

January, third year

In his dream he was lying on a bed, in a dark room where he could only see indistinct shadows. The bed was very soft and for some reason in the dream he couldn’t move, he couldn’t get up from the bed or even stretch his arms. He was naked on a bed and anything could happen to him; the thought sent a nervous yet excited shiver through his body.

There was another person in the darkness, someone who leaned over him in the bed and whispered things into his ear. He couldn’t hear what the person was whispering, but it was something good, and a hand closed firmly but gently around his erection. He cried out, begging for the person to go faster, but whoever it was only laughed and caressed him more languorously. He wanted to thrust his hips upward, or to grab the person’s hand and rub himself hard against it, but he still couldn’t move. Suddenly the person began to stroke fast, faster, so fast that –

Remus woke up and immediately felt the wetness that had seeped through his pajama trousers.

“Damn,” he whispered.

The rest of the dormitory was completely still. He could hear James’s faint snoring, but there was no light whatsoever and no sign of movement. He wasn’t sure what time it was; he’d gone to bed at about ten o’clock and the sky was still black.

He sighed heavily and tried to think. He could light the tip of his wand and go to get new pajama trousers, but then he’d have to get a new pajama top as well. How would he explain the next morning why he’d changed pajamas? Sirius would notice for sure, he’d been teasing Remus about his pajamas as they were getting ready for bed, saying that they looked like they should belong to an old man. Besides, Peter was sensitive in his sleep to light and would wake up if it was too bright.

The longer he kept thinking, Remus decided, the longer he was sitting around in sticky pajamas. There was some sort of a cleaning spell, Professor Abarnath had used it in Potions once when Sarah Corner had frog guts stuck to the bottom of her cauldron. Damn, what was the cleaning spell? Something that began with an S.

With a soft and irritated groan, he pulled back the blankets and stumbled over to his wardrobe. His pajamas lay in a folded pile at the bottom; he grabbed the first pair he touched and then felt around the room for the pitcher and basin they used for washing their faces. Back at his bed he wadded up his soaked clothes and stuffed them under the bed, then sat down and began to clean the semen from his body with a wet washcloth.

“Moony, are you awake?” The light of the wand struck his eyes and he instinctively raised his hand to cover them.

“Wow,” Sirius said, lowering his wand. He leaned forward, resting on his elbows, a few strands of black hair falling in his face. “Some dream, eh?”

Remus had the distinct impression that his cheeks were turning bright pink. “Shut up,” he said, rubbing the washcloth between his hips.

Sirius watched him. He had a curious expression on his face, his mouth slightly open and his eyes squinting. “Moony, you don’t…”

“What?”

“You don’t…” Sirius was still staring in a way that made Remus’s cheeks feel hot. “Moony, you don’t have any skin.”

“I’m circumcised.” Remus tossed the washcloth under the bed and grabbed for his covers. “My grandfather’s Jewish. My dad used to be when he was a kid – now he’s not, but he wanted me circumcised anyway.”

“They cut it off?”

“Yeah.”

“Weird. Guess you never have to pull it back, then…can I see? I’ve never seen one before.”

Remus looked up. “You want to see?”

“Well, yeah,” Sirius replied. He spoke casually but still looked slightly flustered. “I mean, I never saw one. Is there a scar?”

“Dim the light a bit,” Remus said, “or else Peter’s going to wake up.”

“Right.” Sirius glanced around the room. “Here, come sit on my bed and I’ll close the curtains.\"

Remus walked over and sat. Sirius’s blankets felt good against his bare skin, cool and yet cozy at the same time. The metal rings scraped against the metal curtain rod, and Sirius sat down beside him. He bent his head down, first touching Remus’s cock with the tip of his finger and then lifting it up. “Yeah, you haven’t got any skin at all.”

“I have skin. Just not the extra bit.” He could feel himself stiffening under Sirius’s touch; he’d never had anyone else touch him there before. It felt very different from when he touched himself, less familiar.

“Sorry,” Sirius said. He looked up, his hand still closed around Remus’s erection. “Didn’t mean to get you hard again.”

Remus shrugged; with the lift of his shoulders the rest of his upper body moved slightly. His erection rubbed a bit against Sirius’s hand. Without meaning to he slowly thrust his hips forward.

“D’you want me to help you out?”

“What?”

Sirius shrugged as well. “I’m the one who got you like this, I might as well finish what I started.”

“What if we wake James and Peter up?”

“I’ll put an Imperturbable Charm around the bed.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, help me out, I mean.”

“I got you hard. It’s only fair.”

“All right.”

Remus lay down as Sirius put out the light from his wand and performed the charm. “What’s the cleaning spell again?”

“Scourgify.” The wand was relit and the mattress sank further as Sirius lay down next to him.

“I couldn’t remember it before.”

“You’ve got to remember that,” Sirius remarked. He started to rub the tip of Remus’s cock with the pad of his thumb; Remus moaned softly. “Otherwise the house-elfs will have to wash it out of your pajamas. Does this feel good?”

“Yeah. It feels really good.”

“One second.” Sirius licked his own hand a few times and then began to stroke. “There, that’ll make it better.”

It did; Sirius’s hand slid up and down faster, with a slick ease that made Remus squirm. “What about you?” he asked.

“What?”

Remus’s hand reached forward and touched the erection straining hard against Sirius’s pajama trousers. “Want me to help you out as well?” As long as they were operating on fairness…

Sirius’s eyelashes fluttered as he groaned. “Yeah.”

“Here, take your clothes off.”

He did, quickly, throwing them on the foot of the bed. The hair by his cock was every bit as black as the hair on his head, and far curlier. Remus sat up and ran the tips of his fingers through it. “You have more hair than me.”

“Can I lie on top of you?” Sirius asked.

Remus smiled at the thought, not realizing he had done so until a second later. “Go ahead.”

Once again the light of the wand was extinguished; Sirius murmured the spell for lubrication and once again the light returned. Remus’s stomach, cock, and thighs were glistening.

“Okay.” Sirius nudged Remus’s legs a bit further apart and positioned himself between them. “You’re so skinny I’ll probably squash you.”

“Shut up, you git.” He raised one leg and rested his foot on the small of Sirius’s back, pushing him downward.

The second the full length of their bodies touched Remus found himself wrapping his legs around Sirius’s; he thrust his hips upward and clasped his arms around Sirius’s back. “Oh God, Sirius, this feels really – “

Sirius was gasping too hard to finish Remus’s sentence. “You’re so bloody hard,” he managed to get out. He was leaning over Remus, bracing himself with both hands on the bed, one hand on either side of Remus’s shoulders – he started to slide up and down, causing Remus to moan the loudest he had yet. Remus could hardly move now that the full brunt of Sirius’s weight was upon him, it was like the dream, he couldn’t move and things were going faster, faster, harder, Sirius’s erection rubbed so hard against his that it almost hurt, he clutched Sirius’s arse and let his head fall back to let out a cry –

He felt a warm wetness burst onto his stomach as he wailed. Moments later Sirius’s face contorted silently and he climaxed, shoving his hips forward before collapsing onto Remus.

“Now you really are squashing me,” Remus muttered, a minute later when he could breathe properly again.

Sirius moaned and lifted his head. There was sweat on his forehead. “Remus?”

“Yeah?”

“D’you think we’re poufs?”

March, fourth year

“No offense, but you taste disgusting,” said Remus, reaching again for the glass of water. “Really awful.”

Sirius shoved at him lightly. “You didn’t exactly taste great yourself.”

Remus shoved back, and then lay down beside him on the bed. “Felt really good, though.”

“Yeah.” Sirius stretched out, his wet cock shimmering slightly in the dull light. “That thing you did with your tongue, putting the end of it in the tip, that was nice.”

“It did? Try it on me next time.”

“Sure.” His voice was becoming slurred with exhaustion. “Moony, d’you think Evans is sexy?”

Remus rested his head into the pillow and closed his eyes. “Why Evans?”

“’Cause James fancies her and all. Looks nice enough, but, I mean, I don’t fancy her, and James and I like the same things.”

“You want to fancy Evans?”

“No, do I look as though I’m thick enough to go after my best mate’s girl?” Sirius kicked at Remus’s leg, hard enough that Remus opened his eyes. “I just mean, I can’t see myself ever fancying her.”

Remus kicked as well, not sure why Sirius was in such an aggressive mood but not wanting to be the one to lose. “That’s because you’re a pouf, you know.”

“You’re the pouf who put your tongue in the tip of my cock.”

“You’re the pouf who’s going to do it to me next time.”

An elbow hard to the ribs. “You’re the pouf who wanted us to suck each other.”

A sharper elbow in return. “You’re the pouf who moaned my name and ran your fingers through my hair.”

Sirius sat up to reach over and twist Remus’s arm; Remus yelped and hit him, hard, with his free fist. “What in the hell is the matter with you?”

“Who are you to call me a bloody pouf?” Sirius shot back.

“I was just teasing you, you git. Look, if you don’t want us to help each other out any more, you can just tell me and not act like a complete nutter!”

“Fine, I don’t want to anymore,” muttered Sirius, shaking loose from Remus’s grasp. He pulled the curtain open and stormed off to his own bed.

May, fifth year

“I don’t care,” Sirius said, staring idly at the ceiling. “I’m almost glad I am. My mum will say, ‘Sirius, oh heir of our noble and most ancient house, go inbreed with your cousin Narcissa and produce an heir,’ and I’ll say, ‘Sorry, Mum, you’ll have to make Regulus do it instead, because I like taking it up the arse.’”

“You don’t know if you like it yet,” Remus said.

Sirius shrugged. “I will, as long as you don’t ram into me dry or anything.” He rested his head on Remus’s shoulder, the brush of the long hair sending blissful shivers down Remus’s spine. “You like it well enough.”

“Yeah,” said Remus, because it was true.

“Hey, what if Regulus likes taking it up the arse as well? Then the whole family’s done.” There was a malicious glee in Sirius’s voice, so obvious that it made Remus laugh. “Really, just think about it. He’s enough of a weakling that he’ll probably get married anyway, though. Like my uncle Taurus.”

“You’ve never told me about him.”

“He’s married and all, except he’s got this servant called Kinaidos – a human servant, not a house-elf – whose entire purpose is give him head.”

Remus looked down at Sirius and stared. “You’re kidding.”

“No. This bloke has a room in the attic and he stays there all day in case my uncle gets horny.” Their eyes met. “That’s not what I want.”

“Good. I’d hate to think I’m equal to a servant who lives in the attic to give head.”

“Don’t be stupid,” said Sirius abruptly, and then, more slowly, “You’re one of my best mates.”

October, sixth year

“Remus?”

“Hmm?” It was raining outside and he could hear the pounding of the drops on the windows.

“If we weren’t poufs, I wouldn’t be in love with you,” Sirius said. He had one arm wrapped firmly around Remus’s waist; he spoke into the place where Remus’s neck met his shoulders.

Remus turned around slowly to face him, careful not to disentangle the arm. “It’s cold out there.”

“Remus, did you hear me?”

“Of course I did,” he murmured, the smile growing slowly, “I thought it was so obvious it didn’t need an answer.”

And after that Sirius pretended to be very hurt, and said that Remus was a git who didn’t deserve his undying devotion, and Remus said Sirius had certainly gotten very poetic for someone whose main communications usually included “bloody” and/or “wanker”, and Sirius told Remus fine, he was lucky Sirius chose to communicate with him at all, if he was going to be such a bloody wanker. Then Remus insisted he was in love with Sirius as well, to which Sirius replied that he didn’t know if he wanted the love of an ungrateful prat. Finally they ended up kissing, which involved Sirius biting Remus’s lower lip by accident and Remus’s tongue tasting the garlic pasta Sirius had eaten at lunch. However, it was quite wonderful, especially when one considers that it was their first kiss.