Centrefold

Title: Centrefold
Author: Madilayn
Summary: Sirius discovers what Remus did whilst he was in Azkaban
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sirius Black / Remus Lupin
Feedback: desired.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AUTHORS NOTES This will eventually become NC-17 in future chapters as Remus re-enacts with Sirius his sexual adventures whilst Sirius was in Azkaban.

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It was whilst he was waiting at the bar to get drinks that Sirius heard the conversation. At first he ignored them. But he was forced to listen when one name caught his attention above the buzz of the crowd.

“Got to admit, Remus Lupin looks absolutely nothing at all with his clothes on.”

“Yeah. Who would have thought that underneath was that gorgeous arse and cock.”

“Wonder if they are still as gorgeous? After all, it’s been about 10 years,” said one longingly. In the tone, Sirius could hear the wish to find out for himself.

“You still recognized him.”

“So did you.”

“Damn, what I wouldn’t give for some of that.” The speaker’s voice was dripping with lust. Sirius froze. Was he sure they were talking about his Remus?

“Do you still have your copy?”

“Sure do. And that issue is the best damn “strip down” section that ‘OFW” has ever printed.”

“Sees a lot of action?”

“I regard it as the crem-de-la-crem.”

The second speaker paused. Sirius was running the implications through his own mind – and obviously so were the two having the conversation.

“I bet it does. By the way, I’m John.”

“Andrew. D’you know – I don’t really want another drink.”

“At least not of what they have here.”

“Can we go past him as we leave?”

“Did you have any other ideas?”

Sirius turned as they left and watched them watch him. Remus. His Remus.

OFW? He knew it very well – a very high class porn magazine. But Remus? Why would Remus be in OFW? Then the full implications of the conversation hit him.

Remus had posed for OFW. More than that – he had posed in the notorious “strip down” section. Thousands of wizards and witches had pawed through the pages, watching as, with each photo, his Remus became more and more naked, and Sirius held his breath as he remembered the traditional finale of that particular section.

Remus. His Remus. Who was sitting there completely oblivious to the lustful looks being shot his way.

Sirius swore softly to himself – he had also missed the covert glances at them. At that point, Remus caught his eye and smiled – the smile that he kept for Sirius alone.

Suddenly he didn’t want anything the bar could offer any more. Sirius left the bar queue and went back to the table. Back to Remus.

“Drinks Paddy?”

“More important things on my mind, Moony,” he replied, looking at his lover.

Sirius was now completely aware of the looks he was getting – mixtures of envy and dislike. He smirked a little and casually put his arm around Remus, pulling him close.

“More important things, Sirius? I thought you were desperate to come here for a drink.” Remus voice was soft, teasing, and he pressed into Sirius’ body, catching his mood.

“Much more important,” said Sirius, looking intently at Remus’ lips. He leaned closer and the two pairs of lips met, Sirius immediately deepening the kiss and wrapping his arms firmly around the other man.

Sirius felt Remus melt into the kiss, moaning into his mouth, his arms twining around his own body.

And he could feel the waves of lust and envy from the other men in the bar.

His. Remus was His. And all of those other bastards had better understand that.

Sirius broke the kiss. “Home. Now.”

Remus nodded, breathless, his eyes hazy with desire, lips parted.