Practice Makes Perfect

Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sirius and Remus plan to practice some new skills over the holiday break.
Word Count: 3283
Disclaimer: I hereby, officially disclaim


I cannot help but stare as Remus studies. His brow is furrowed in deep concentration, his tongue darts out every so often as he scribbles notes on his parchment. He looks up, scolding me for not practicing the new Charms and gives me his usual line.

"Like I always say, Sirius, practice makes perfect."

I close my book and smile at him, testing my own charm. He calls me a day dreamer. Says I need to focus and tells me to return from my fantasy land and buckle down.

I bite my lip to keep from commenting. Little does Remus know that I'm now fantasizing about buckling him down. Our eyes lock for a moment and his face reddens.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

The urge to pounce on him, pin him down and devour him is so intense. He's just so...so Moony. I don't exactly know what it is that attracts me to him so much. But, I do know that it's more than just wanton lust; there's a deep connection between Remus and myself. I felt it the very first moment we met.

Someday, I will confess my feelings. One of these days, I will stop holding back. Yes, the day will come when I claim Remus John Lupin as my own.

Today is not that day, however. For James and Peter enter the dormitory with a loud crash as the door hits the wall. James dives on me and we roll around laughing, nipping at each other's arms and shoulders. Remus rolls his eyes at James and then flashes me an exhausted look.

I try to shove old Prongs off, but the git takes it as an invitation to tumble around some more. We roll over and over, landing at Remus' feet. James looks up with a devilish grin.

"Fancy a tumble with him, Moony?" he asks.

Remus' entire body seems to blush. He slams his book closed and stomps out of the room in a huff.

"What's up his arse?" James remarks, staring at the door that Moony just exited through.

I grin, imagining what it is I'd like to have up Remus' arse. Peter notices my expression and questions me, hoping I have some plan for mischief, I imagine. I am quick on my feet and come up with a brilliant plan to raid the sixth year girls' dormitory with the aid of James' cloak.

Hours later, the three of us return to the dorm, each with several pairs of prettily dainty knickers in our hands (or on our heads--in Peter's case). Moony is sleeping soundly, it appears. I tell the others to head down to dinner and leave the waking of our friend to me. After some initial hesitation on James' behalf, they do go, leaving me alone with a very alluring bloke who is just asking to be pounced upon.

And pounce I do. I leap onto his bed, straddling his body on all fours. He wakes more than a bit confused at first, then stares up at me with an expression I cannot quite decipher. Not annoyance nor disappointment, it's almost...dare I even think it...desire.

My cock grows and I am certain that the beating of my heart can be heard throughout the castle. I notice Remus' chest is rising rapidly, his breathing is ragged and his face is flush.

"What exactly is going on here, Sirius?" he asks with a determined tone.

I swallow the lump in my throat and close my eyes, transfiguring myself into Padfoot. I nuzzle my nose against Remus' shoulder, then allow my dog tongue to roam where my actual tongue longs to go. Up his neck, around his ear, back down across his throat...his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, sending a bolt of pleasure to my animal loins. I push my nose under his blankets and continue my path down his body. Being in this altered state has taken my inhibitions away to an almost alarming degree. Were he to allow me, I would most certainly have him in my current state.

As my nose nudges at the quite large and very hard bulge in Remus' trousers, a bark escapes me, bringing reality into clear view.

Remus quickly shoves me off the bed and onto the floor."You really are a dog, Sirius," he says with a very nervous chuckle, then hops to his feet and hurries into the toilet, locking the door behind himself.

I return to my human form, shake off the tingle that's running through me and walk down to the Great Hall, both excited at having been that close to my goal, yet disappointed that I didn't have the nerve to approach Remus as myself.

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Colder water...I need colder water. Steam is practically emitting from my body as the icy water pours down upon me. For a brief moment, I question my ethics, wonder what sort of person would become so intensely turned on at having a dog make sexual advances on them. The very thought would appall the mass majority of the population. Even though I am fully aware that dog is no dog, but my closest friend and long time object of my deepest fantasies, the idea of how inviting it was to have Padfoot's nose against my cock, regardless of the trousers which covered it, is somewhat bothersome to me.

However, neither the disturbing view that I now have of my own morals nor the frigid water rushing over my body enough to diminish the raging hard on I am faced with at the present time.

Waking to find Sirius on top of me, his hair framing that flawless face of his as he grinned down at me, not in the usual mischievous way, but a grin with much more...I don't know...meaning behind it was like a lightning bolt straight to my cock.

I slide my hand, slick with soap over my hip, giving my aching balls a firm squeeze as I picture those brilliant dark eyes sparkling as they stare straight into my soul. Surely he can read my mind. He need not be a Legilimens to know that I wished it was he and not Padfoot whose tongue was trailing a path to the spot which my forefinger has now penetrated.

Good Lord! My cock, wrapped firmly in my right hand, throbs as I stroke it and allow a second finger to join the first. "Oh, that's it, Sirius," I moan quietly, imagining for the umpteenth time this week that it's Sirius pleasuring me and not just another pathetic wank in the shower. His face is so clear in my mind's eye. I can still feel the heat from his mouth and smell the hint of peppermint that seems to always linger on his breath no matter how long it's been since he's had a sweet.

Faster my hand slides up and down. Deeper my fingers push into my arse. My head hits the cold, wet tile and I bit my lip to keep from shouting Sirius' name as I explode. When I'm spent, I lift my hand and lick my release from off my fingers, all the while imagining it's Sirius' come on my tongue. I'm half hard again just from the thought.

I decide it's best to get cleaned up and hurry down to dinner, if I haven't already missed it. Surely the usual and quite horrifying sight of Amelia Crank snogging that pimply faced fifth year, Harold Higgins-Worth over their Sheppard's Pie would be enough to kill the mood for me...as long as I don't sit next to Sirius or across from him for that matter.

Oh bugger. It may be a lost cause.

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Somehow, I made it through dinner last night. At one point, James was eyeing me so strangely I worried that I had spoken my thoughts out loud. It would not have gone over well at the Gryffindor table for me to have announced that rather than eating the piece of meat on my plate, I'd rather be eating Remus.

I laugh as I imagine the faces of the professors and students if I were to crawl across the table and snog Remus right now...or better yet, duck under the table and devour him right here during breakfast.

"What's so funny?" Remus asks. His eyes capture mine and I swear they linger much longer than usual.

"Oh, you know me, I'm just conjuring up wild schemes," I reply, only half-jokingly.

"Mmmhmm," Remus hums, sending a chill down my spine.

I growl and let out a loud bark, earning an annoyed glare from Professor McGonagall, but a wink from the Headmaster. Sometimes, if I didn't know better, I'd swear that man knew exactly what I was thinking. I shiver for completely different reasons now and my mind is temporarily pulled back from the lascivious thoughts of consuming my best friend over tea and porridge.

"Owls," I mutter unenthusiastically as the enormous flock of post owls soar into the Hall.

Remus receives a note, which I'm assuming must be from his Mum for it's written on pink stationary. Although, it's foolish, at the first sight of the paper, I felt an undeniable pang of jealousy in my gut. Surely, it's from his Mum. Certainly, Moony does not have a secret girlfriend that we don't know about. Unbelievable as that is, beads of nervous sweat form on my brow never-the-less.

Remus glances up from his letter and grins positively devilishly at me. My cover is blown...he's on to the secret desire that burns within me and he's going to crush me. I'm sure that he's about to confess he's found himself a bird and this owl has just delivered her answer to his proposal.

"Oh bloody hell--out with it already, man!" I shout frantically, immediately regretting the outburst as nearly everyone in the general area turns their attention on me.

Crimson faced on my behalf, Remus chuckles and leans across the table. "You're coming home with me for the holidays," he informs me in a whisper.

"I'm coming home with you?" I ask in an equally quiet voice.

"Yes, Mum owled the Potters to see if it was all right. She and Dad are going to visit my Grandmother at the hospital and won't be back until Christmas morning. Mum didn't want me to get lonely. Hardly a chance of that with the two of us alone in my house for three days, eh?" After that, the most utterly amazing thing happened. Remus winked at me. A wink as full of sexual innuendo as a wink could possibly get.

Due to the fact that there was a rather large lump in my throat at that moment, I can only assume that my reply came directly from my cock. For somehow, in my own voice, the words, "Yet quite a good chance that the two of us will be hard for those three days," escaped my mouth into Remus' ear.

"What the hell are the two of you whispering about?" James asks loudly, butting his head between Remus and I, breaking what was actually our first honest-to-goodness outright flirtatious moment. It took me a minute to realize it, because I had silently muttered countless, far more sexual remarks directed at Remus, but yes, this was the first time I had said anything of the sort out loud.

I was a bit afraid to look at him, despite that he had clearly provoked me. I was relieved to be interrupted by James this time around. I grab a piece of toast, drain my tea cup and leap to my feet.

"James, I'm afraid I'm leaving you for Remus," I declare in a pompous voice, trying to use my sense of humor to distract me from the obscene thoughts now racing through my mind.

"Yes, yes," James plays along, holding up a sheet of parchment. "Mum has owled me the dreadful news. I'll miss you, old chum. Christmas won't be the same without you." James wipes an imaginary tear from his eye and blows his nose loudly into his napkin.

"Did, I hear that correctly?" Lily Evans beams at James excitedly, then puts on a straight face in reaction to James' wide eyed expression. "Oh...er...that is...I'm sure you two will have a smashing time."

"Yes, nice save, Evans," I roll my eyes and steal a glance at Remus, who's smiling so fucking adorably, making me want to spread jam on him and..."Like I want to hang around watching you shag James for three weeks." I quickly get a dig in to Evans, in desperation to change my course of thought.

James holds up a butter knife and shouts, "Thou shall not speak to my woman with such a tone."

"Run, Sirius, run!" Peter chuckles, shoving me in the back.

Flailing my arms dramatically and screaming like a girl, I dash out of the Great Hall, up the main staircase and slip into the nearest passageway which will shorten my route to Gryffindor Tower. To say I'm anxious to pack for tomorrow's departure would now be quite an understatement.

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It seems to take Remus' mum ages to get her things together. Remus paces the sitting room, while Sirius taps his foot nervously, drumming on the coffee table with his hands.

"I'm all set," Mrs. Lupin announces as she enters the room at last.

"Well, then let's get a move on, dear. The boys are anxious to get into whatever mischief they've planned." Mr. Lupin winks at Sirius, who silently scolds himself for blushing.

After kissing her son and Sirius goodbye, Mrs. Lupin is practically dragged into the fireplace by her husband, as she pleads, yet again, "Please do try to stay out of mischief boys."

"Have a good time, lads." Mr. Lupin smiles, then vanishes into the floo network after his wife.

Remus plops down onto the sofa next to Sirius. Their legs brush, sending a thrill down Remus' spine.

Sirius turns his face toward Remus and sucks in his breath.

"Mum trusts you...us, you know. She doesn't really think we'll get into mischief."

Sirius smiles. "I can certainly think of something better to get into," he mutters almost to himself.

Remus blushes, whispering, "Such as your mouth." He immediately clasps his lips together, horrified for thinking out loud. Holding his breath, he prays that Sirius didn't hear, but when Sirius places his hand on Remus' thigh, it's clear that indeed he had.

"Remus," Sirius begins.

Remus exhales loudly and makes a bold decision. He plunges forward, smashing his lips against Sirius', hoping with all his might that Sirius will not reject him.

To Remus' delight, rejecting him is the furthest thing from Sirius' mind. He pushes Remus down on the couch, covering his body with his own. His tongue snakes its way through Remus' lips and dances inside his mouth. Remus weaves his fingers into Sirius' hair and meets his tongue with his own. He slides his other hand down Sirius' back. Grabbing Sirius' arse, Remus presses their bodies together, as he lifts his hips off the couch.

Sirius thrusts against him, rubbing his hard, clothed cock against his friend's. Remus tugs Sirius' head back and stares into his face, hardly able to believe this is actually happening.

"Sirius. Fuck."

"Yeah...fuck!" Sirius groans, thrusting hard once more. Suddenly, he becomes very still, his eyes widen and his cheeks turn bright red. He buries his face in Remus' neck, slumping his shoulders.

"Sirius?" Remus pushes Sirius back, forcing him to lift his head. "What's wrong?"

Remus has never seen Sirius look so...embarrassed. His heart drops into his stomach. He's ready for the blow...ready for Sirius to bolt. Surely, reality has hit him and he'll be diving into the fireplace any second.

Sirius climbs off Remus and runs a slightly shaky hand through his hair. "I'm a git. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" Remus shrugs, confused and feeling uncomfortable.

"I can't even last two minutes," Sirius laughs awkwardly as he looks down at the front of his pants. "I'll...er...just be right back."

Remus gapes, noticing a wet spot on Sirius' jeans. "I...that is...you...uh...because of me?" A grin stretches across Remus' face. He feels completely odd in the most incredible way.

"Moony, you've done this to me many times," Sirius chuckles, "only, you're not usually there, actually."

Remus bites his lip and shivers with increased desire. The idea that Sirius thinks of him when he wanks and that he has just made Sirius come...it's brilliant.

Sirius picks up his wand from the dining room table where he left his bag. With a quick flick, the mess in his trousers is gone and his ego is basically back intact. He saunters over to the couch and looks down at Remus, who's simply sitting there, a smile plastered on his face.

"Let me make it up to you?" Sirius asks in his most seductive voice.

"Make it up to me?" Remus shakes his head, shrugging again. He gasps as Sirius drops to his knees in front of him.

"Didn't you say something about being in my mouth?"

"Holy--Sirius," are the only words Remus is able to say.

Sirius cups the bulge in Remus' trousers. He massages gently, lovingly, letting out a deep, throaty moan. Remus fights to keep his head from falling back against the couch; he wants- no-he needs to see this.

It's so surreal, so like one of his dreams. Before he knows it, Sirius has unfastened his jeans and pulled them, along with Remus' pants, down around his ankles. Sirius grasps Remus' hard cock in his hand and nuzzles his cheek against it in a way very reminiscent of Padfoot.

"Sirius. Are you sure about this?" the thoughtful side of Remus feels it necessary to ask.

Sirius replies by licking a long stripe up the length of Remus' erection.

Groaning and panting, Remus drives away all doubts that Sirius has on his ability to please a bloke. He utterly devours Remus, letting go of all his inhibitions. He sucks, licks, strokes, reveling in the wonderfully pleasurable sounds emanating from Remus.

Suddenly, Sirius is being pulled up by the hair. Remus forces him to lift his head. Before Sirius gets a chance to question him, Remus lets out a shout and comes...on Sirius' face. He stares, humiliated, at his spunk as it drips from Sirius' cheek.

"Sirius...I..."

Dashing into the toilet to fetch a towel, Sirius leaves a thoroughly embarrassed Remus sitting alone on the couch. Knowing just how his best friend is feeling, Sirius hurries back and decides to lighten the awkward moment.

"I do not believe you just came on my face!" He throws the hand towel at Remus and laughs.

Remus, blushing furiously, laughs as well and retorts, "At least it wasn't in my pants."

"Oh! Touche, Moony, touche" Sirius falls onto the sofa next to Remus and watches as he pulls up his jeans. "I suppose we're not very good at this stuff yet, are we?" he admits.

"Yet, is the key word there, Padfoot." Remus smiles, flirtatiously.

"Well then, it's a good thing we have three days alone to practice."

Remus beams at Sirius. "Like I always say...Practice makes perfect."

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