Bad Puppy Gets Punished

Bad Puppy Gets Punished

Summary – Um. Well. Sirius is bad, and Remus makes him pay… (This is strictly PWP. Well…yeah…)

Pairing – Remus/Sirius

Rating – NC17

Author’s Note – This little ficlet was inspired by a conversation between me and MadEyeMax and Dee Lightening of HPANA. Those guys are absolute cut-ups!

Disclaimer (something I usually forget) – Sorry I don’t own these guys. That honor goes to JK – and I’m not making any cash…but if you want to send me some, the address is P.O.Box…*cough*


“Get down you dirty puppy! Down! On all fours!”

Sirius obeys, dropping to the floor right where he is, on hands and knees facing away from his lover. He can hardly suppress the grin on his lips, but he truly must, lest he suffer bad consequences.

“I’m so sorry, Remus…I don’t know what I was thinking…I simply…”

“Shut it, dog or I shall shut it for you.” He says in his quiet, almost fatherly voice, and Sirius trembles, eyes fluttering shut.

The animagus listens intently to the sound of his lover’s footfalls all around him, slowly prowling. Also, he can smell the other man’s scent, so strong it sends sparks of electricity straight to his already hard prick. It is the smell of pure arousal, absolute and seeping through the pores. Sirius has to fight himself not to leap at the other man and pin him to the floor.

“What did I ask you to do, Sirius?” Remus’ voice is so light and conversational, that Sirius chances a peek up at him before feeling the hard whack of the featherduster handle against his backside through thin slacks. Ouch! he thinks to himself. That’ll teach me not to wear underpants.

“Shall I repeat the question?” Remus still has that calm soft voice, and it drives Sirius insane with arousal. Clearing his throat, he swallows. Hard.

“I…ahh…you asked me to clean.”

Remus smiles to himself. “Yes. Correct. I did. And what, then, did you say in return?”

Sirius thinks he could come just from hearing his lover’s voice, so soothing and calm, mostly masking the raging beast within.

“I agreed…to clean. I said I would do it.”

Remus chuckles softly as Sirius feels his prick react to the sound. “Right. That you did, my sweet, so why, then, is this house a filthy, uninhabitable mess?”

Sirius wonders, briefly, what the ramifications might be if he simply stood and lunged for the other man, knocking him off his feet and screwing him hard into the floor - but decides against it. To do that would take speed and a clear head, and Sirius feels quite sure all the blood from his brain has moved South for the time being. In fact, he can barely breathe, anticipating what might come next.

“I…don’t know, Remus…I simply…lost track of…”

“How we shall we rectify this little…um…oversight?”

Sirius groans. “I suppose I should have to …clean the toilets…or…”

“No.” Remus says softly. “No. No. No, that’s far too simple a punishment. What you need is a good, sound, beating.”

Sirius feels his arms faltering beneath him. God, to be beaten by Remus…with a paddle…or…anything…will be sweet torture. He knows he’ll soil himself for sure…

“Get up and come here.” Remus’ voice has turned dark, and as Sirius stands and turns, he doesn’t dare to meet his eyes, instead averting his gaze and walking mechanically to where he stands.

Remus then drops the featherduster and moves to sit in a wooden, high-backed dining chair, feet flat on the floor, knees slightly apart. Now, Sirius does meet his eyes and regrets having done so. Lupin looks incredible, slightly mussed, pale blonde gray hair in disarray on his head, golden amber eyes shadowed and focused, mouth in a straight line, those adorable soft lips slightly pouted.

“Get out of those pants and come lie across my knee.”

Sirius notes with alarm that Remus actually looks pissed. There’s no playfulness in his eyes and his jaw muscle contracts slightly as Sirius approaches, wondering if he should comply.

“Listen, Remus, I’m…I’m really, terribly sorry…I just…today was rather…”

“Shut your mouth, Sirius, or I shall place a muzzle on you – and you won’t like that.” His voice is so damn sexy, and even though Sirius is somewhat unsettled, his erection is almost aching in his pants. Merlin, what options does he have?

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he unbuttons his pants and slides them down over his slim hips, letting them pool around his feet before stepping out of them. Remus glances down at the long straight cock pointing towards him, leaking from the tip before meeting the gray eyes again, licking his lips. Sauntering, Sirius moves towards Remus and drapes himself across his lap, feeling awkward but also unbelievably sexy. Remus rests a gentle hand against Sirius’ back and exhales, slowly.

“This is going to hurt me far more than it hurts you, my friend.” And with that, he brings his large hand down hard across Sirius’ taut ass, making the other man cry out of shock and pain. “Quiet.” He tells him in a voice shaky with arousal. “Don’t make a sound or I will start over.”

Now, Remus begins a series of hard, brisk, evenly spaced smacks, somehow gaining force as they go on, and Sirius is absolutely beside himself with need, biting his lip to keep from screaming. He keeps grinding his hips into Remus’ lap, trying to find friction but coming up short, desperate and frustrated with each stinging blow after the next – and it seems to go on forever.

Remus, for his part, is enjoying himself immensely, punishing the Hell out of Sirius’ ass, watching the muscled cheeks become redder and redder, tempted to part the globes and bury his face in between, licking that luscious ass, but knowing he mustn’t break character – not yet…even though his own stiff prick is trapped painfully inside his slacks, desperate for attention.

“Do you think you’ve had enough yet, Puppy?” Remus asks, slightly out of breath, during a moment of clarity.
Sirius’s voice is weak and his eyes are open and somewhat unfocused when he replies. “Yes…I’ve learned my lesson, Moony…”
Remus considers this before making his decision. “Alright then, stand up.”

Sirius does, with unsteady legs and waits as Remus stands and faces him.

“Now, suck my tongue.”

Sirius almost sags forward and latches onto Remus’ mouth, seeking his tongue and suckling it gently, wincing as Remus reaches down to grab his still sore ass in both hands, kneading the flesh. And then, Remus is pushing him away, shoving him into the wall, knocking down a trinket shelf and watching as the contents spill onto the floor, the little knick-knacks shattering as they drop.

“Now, see what you’ve made me do?” Remus says in a regretful voice. “I liked those.”

Then, he is against Sirius, pressing his body against him and licking his neck and chin and lips.

Sirius grabs Remus and holds onto his waist, grinding hips against him. “Remus…”

“Take down my pants, you dirty dog.”
Sirius drops to his knees and snatches down his lover’s pants, glad to see his prick, thick and erect, standing out, leaking and facing him, and he is suddenly insatiable for it.

“Want it, Remus…” He says, licking his lips. “…want your cock.”

As much as Remus wants it also, he declines. “No. No, get up!” He yanks Sirius up and face down over his desk, forcing papers and other items onto the floor, knocking over the chair and lamp as he does. “You’re going to lie here and fuck yourself on my cock. And you’re going to come without touching your prick or so help me, Sirius…I’ll bring out the restraints…”

Sirius prepares himself, trying to relax, fingers digging into the desk as Remus gets close enough that Sirius can feel that fat cock resting between the crack of his ass.

“Merlin,” he whispers as Remus slides two wet fingers into his opening before getting close and pressing the head of his cock at the puckered entrance.

“I’m sorry, dear, but that’s all the preparation you get. Disobedient dogs don’t get rimmed.” Remus’ voice is soft like velvet but with that hint of ice and Sirius groans at the sexy words and pushes back slightly.

“That’s right, Puppy…” Remus whispers. “…fuck yourself hard. I’m waiting.”

Sirius inches back and gasps when the head slides past the first ring of muscle and he adjusts, clenching his teeth. Then, he pushes back further, impaling himself completely with one foul swoop as Remus makes a soft sound behind him.

Gripping the desk, Sirius begins a rhythm, pushing himself forward and back, using his footing for leverage. Imagining Remus standing behind him, between his legs makes him shudder and his cock ache more for release, but he believes that if he can find that spot…if he can get Remus deep enough…none of it will matter…

“Merlin,” Remus says in a breathy voice, “That’s lovely, Puppy…keep going…yes…just like that…”

Sirius is whimpering, grinding his ass against Remus’ pelvis, slamming them together, loving the feel of being filled to the brim with sweet sweet Remus J. Lupin, that lovely cock pounding his ass, stabbing him time and time again, and finally nudging that sweet spot. When it first happens, Sirius sees stars behind his eyes and moans loudly, stopping for an instant to get his bearings…

“Alright, Padfoot?” Remus inquires, rubbing those tender ass globes. “Did I tell you to stop, love?”

Sirius shakes his head, biting his lip, driving back hard enough to make Remus gasp loudly, his cock finding that sweet place again and filling Sirius with euphoria.

“Oh God…sweet Merlin…” Sirius whimpers, fucking himself hard on Remus’ cock as Remus rests a hand on the small of Sirius’ back to keep his balance.

“That’s right, Puppy…” Remus is moaning, eyes slipping shut. “…you fuck so amazingly…”

Then Sirius pushes back as far as he can, feeling Lupin’s balls against him as he starts to shudder – and luckily, he feels Remus coming as well, trembling above him, cries mingling together as sweet werewolf giz fills his hole and he dirties the desk beneath him with his own come.

Remus sinks over him and kisses his hair, his neck, caresses the space between his shoulder blades.

“Oh, Padfoot…”

Sirius chuckles and lets one hand come up behind him to drag across Remus’ hair, knowing he will allow it.

“I’m sorry, Padfoot but you know the rules.”

Sirius nods, slowly. “Yeah…” He’s smiling and both men stand and face each other. “…yeah. I really am sorry…I wanted to have it clean for you, Moony, but…”

“It’s all right.” Remus says, bending his neck slightly to plant a soft kiss on his lover’s lips. “You’ve learned your lesson, I think.”

Sirius nods. “Yes, I have.” They wrap their arms around one another and nuzzle lovingly before Remus looks up and smirks, going and grabbing the duster in his hand.

“Well…I guess I’m going to bed now…”

Sirius looks a little confused, but grins. “And what will I do, Moony, my love?”

Remus snorts, placing the duster into his lover’s hand. “You’ll be cleaning up this mess, of course…”

And Sirius scrunches his eyebrows. “Right. And if I don’t?”

Remus half-grins, but there is a dangerous glint in his eye. “Well, I guess you’ll just have to face the consequences, Puppy.”

And Sirius watches his lover go, still naked from the waist down, long strong pale legs, taking the stairs, the lack of light creating inviting shadows around his small ass and the lovely place within, and he makes his decision. Dropping the duster, he follows his lover up, prepared to face whatever might be in store.


END