The Alcove

The Alcove

Sirius lent back against the crate and opened another bottle of fire whiskey, “You know what your problem is Remus?”

“No, do tell Sirius.” Remus sighed wearily, eyeing the bottle as Sirius took a large swig.

“Your problem is you can’t get drunk,” Sirius waved his arms around in a big, unnecessary, gesture, “You have absolutely no way to unwind, because not only can’t you get drunk but you don’t have a bird so you can’t get laid.”

“I unwind by reading.”

“No!” Sirius shook his head emphatically, “That’s not unwinding, that’s just stressful. All that reading can’t be good for you.”

“I like reading.”

“No! Look at James! Since he started going out with Lily his grades have gone up.”

“That’s because Lily makes him study.”

“No!” Sirius took another large swig from the bottle coughing as it burned his throat, “No! He’s doing better because his is getting laid!”

“I don’t think that’s the case Sirius, I know for a fact that they haven’t gone passed second base.” Remus reached for the bottle and pulled it from Sirius’ slightly resisting hands.

“Hah! James said that…” Sirius stopped and thought for a moment, “that he and Lily are like this.” Sirius crossed his fingers together in demonstration.

“Maybe emotionally, but Lily told me that she isn’t prepared to go beyond second before they graduate. I highly doubt that she would go back on that.” Remus took several large gulps of fire whiskey knowing that it wouldn’t have any effect on his lycan metabolism.

“Hey, keep going like that and there won’t be any more for me.” Sirius complained.

“That’s the idea.” Remus replied.

“Anyway, being with a girl has made Prongs less stressed, and as getting drunk doesn’t work for you, you need to get laid.” Sirius said as he made a swipe for the bottle, missing completely as Remus easily moved it away.

“I don’t need to get laid.” Remus said, “I am perfectly happy and my stress levels are under control.”

“Nope!” Sirius shook his head, getting a little dizzy in the process, “You most defiantly need to destressify.”

“I’m fine.”

“Give me the bottle back.”

“Just a sec.” Remus put the bottle to his lips and sculled down two thirds of the bottle leaving only a little bit in the bottom.

“Shit Remus!” Sirius steered in awe, “Why don’t you do that at parties?”

“Because I don’t want questions.” Remus replied handing the bottle over to Sirius.

“But, anyway, see, you need to get laid.”

“I’m fine Sirius.”

“No, anyone who doesn’t have any kind of outlet will over stress and then their head will go BOOM!” Sirius clapped his hands together then waved them wide for emphasis.

“I have outlets,” Remus sighed, “Like I said, I read. And I eat a lot of Chocolate, which has some pretty effective stress reducing properties.”

“It does not!” Sirius scoffed as he finally managed to get his hands back on the bottle. With excessive care he brought it up to his mouth and took a gulp, finishing off the bottle by poring half of it down his front.

“It does, Chocolate causes the release of endorphins, which are a chemical released by the brain when in love or after exercise.”

“So you’d get a double dose by having hot passionate sex with the man you love?” Sirius giggled at his own lame joke.

“Probably.” Remus sighed wearily.

“So you’d be really, really happy if you pored chocolate sauce all over the man you loved, licked it off and then had hot passionate sex?” Sirius smiled in mirth and shifted around so that he was pressed up against Remus’ side.

“I guess so, Sirius. Yes that sounds about right. Love, sex and chocolate, all with the ma… MAN?” Remus looked around at Sirius in shock, “Don’t you mean woman?”

“Depends.” Sirius shrugged and snuggled closer to Remus.

“By gods, you’re drunk!” Remus exclaimed.

“Mmmm.” Came Sirius’ response, muffled by Remus’ neck.

“Come on; let’s get you back to bed.” Remus stood up and offered his hand to Sirius.

Sirius grabbed Remus’ hand and was pulled up; Sirius maintained his momentum, crashing into Remus and holding on tight. “You smell good Moony.” Sirius started nuzzling Remus neck as he stood draped over the werewolf.

“That’s because, unlike you, I shower.” Remus said, trying to ignore his friend’s non-friend-like affection.

Remus shifted Sirius around so that they were side by side, the still inebriated Sirius leaning heavily on Remus for support.

“Come on, let’s be really quiet. We don’t have the invisibility cloak so we don’t want Filch catching us out of the dorm.” Remus carefully opened the door to peer out into the hall. He started out on the journey to the tower, walking slowly with Sirius’ weight on his left side. His excellent eyesight helping him see through the midnight dark of the halls without the need for wand light.

“OK!” Sirius said loudly, “I’ll be real quiet!”

“Sirius!” Remus hissed, “I said ‘be quiet’.”

“Are you angry with me Moony?” Sirius said, not bothering to lower his volume, “Oh please don’t be angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, but if you don’t keep quiet we are going to get caught.” Remus whispered, praying that Filch was on the other side of the castle.

“I’m sorry.” Sirius said.

“That’s ok; just keep your mouth closed.” Remus whispered back.

“You still love me don’t you?” Sirius sobbed, “Because I love you Moony. I love you so much that it aches.”

“Of cause I love you Sirius, you’re one of my best friends.” Remus quickly whispered, hoping to stave off the theatrical tears Sirius always produced, “I know, let’s play a game: let’s see who can stay quiet the longest.”

“I’m not a quiet person.” Sirius said.

“That’s not quiet.” Remus whispered.

“Well I’m not a quiet person, I talk a lot.”

“I noticed.” Remus whispered flatly, “But you need to be really quiet right now, because if you don’t then Filch will catch us. Anyway, if you must talk, you could at least have the decency to whisper.”

“I don’t care about Filch.” Sirius said puffing his chest up in a show of bravado.

Remus sighed and decided to try some ‘drunken Sirius’ logic, “But I care, and if we get caught, I will feel responsible, and I’ll get all stressed and as you said, that’s not good. You don’t want me to get stressed do you? You said you loved me, if you really loved me you wouldn’t get me detention.”

“I’m sorry Remus.” Sirius said a tear rolling down his cheek, but still not bothering to keep his voice down, “I don’t wanna make you stressed. But if I get us detention and you get all stressed… I’ll have sex with you to cancel it out.”

Remus stopped in his steps, “What?”

“If I get you detention,” Sirius repeated, in a low husky voice, “I’ll have sex with you.”

Remus was about to reply when ahead in the distance, the way they were going, he spotted a light.

“Shit! Filch.” Remus quickly pushed Sirius behind a tapestry into a hidden alcove that the boys had discovered fourth year.

“Why Moony…” Sirius smiled.

“Shut up, Filch is coming.” Remus hissed.

“Uhuh. I’m sure he is. That’s why you pulled me into this secluded alcove, for that completely innocent reason. Oh Moony, I’m not that thick, I know you can’t wait, and Moony, darling, neither can I.” Sirius lent in a kissed Remus, a slow sloppy, deep, drunken kiss.

Remus eyes flew wide as he felt Sirius’ tongue enter his mouth. He pushed his friend away.

“Sirius!” Remus hissed.

Sirius growled softly in disappointment and anger. He lent back in and kissed Remus again. Remus pushed him away again. This time the growl of anger was quite louder.

Remus panicked; if he kept pushing Sirius away Sirius would draw Filch right to them. He stood stock still hopping that this would all be over very quickly and he would not have detention.

Sirius pulled back, “Why aren’t you kissing back. Kiss back Remus.” Sirius lent in again and continued the kisses. Through the small gap between the tapestry and the wall Remus could see Filch only ten meters away.

He felt Sirius begin to pull away again, probably to chastise him again. Remus made a split second decision and grabbed the back of Sirius head and pulled it against his own, starting to kiss his friend back with as much vigour as he could muster.

Sirius smiled against Remus’ mouth and happily continued his exploration, completely unaware of Filch only meters away. Remus’ wasn’t though, his eyes were wide and staring through the gap watching Filch as he drew near, hoping and praying that a) the kiss wasn’t loud enough to hear and b) that Sirius wouldn’t do something to get them caught, like moan.

Filch was right outside where they were hidden now, so close that Remus could practically hear his heartbeat. Sirius chose that moment to put his hand on Remus’ crotch, kneading the half-hard erection that Remus hadn’t even known he’d had. Remus let out a startled squeak.

Luck seemed to be on the werewolf’s side because Filch also managed to drop his lantern at the precise same time. Remus let out a sigh of relief into Sirius mouth, which was still moving against his own.

The scrap of the lantern as it was picked up covered Sirius chuckle. Filch started to move away and Remus knew it would be another two minutes before it would be safe to make a noise or move out of the alcove.

Sirius pulled back from Remus, his eyes dark with desire and a roguish and stupid grin on his face. He lent in again and attached his mouth to Remus’ neck, sucking and nipping at various points that Remus hadn’t known could be so sensitive. Remus found himself trying to bite back a moan as Sirius hand worked on his now fully hard erection.

Remus’ hands, moving of seemingly their own control, wound around Sirius back drawing him closer, effectively, and needlessly, encouraging the animagus. Sirius unzipped Remus’ pants, undoing the button and belt one-handed with a surprising amount of skill for someone so drunk. Remus moved his hands to stop Sirius’.

“Moony.” Sirius whispered, “Want you.”

Remus gasped, his attempts at stopping Sirius failing, the feeling of Sirius hand around his erection sending a thrill of pleasure through his body.

“Sirius stop.” Remus pleaded, unsure of whether he really wanted Sirius to, “You have to stop doing th… ha… at!”

“Don’t want to.” Sirius slurred, his hand moving lazily over Remus erection.

“Please?”

Sirius ignored Remus’ request, instead he took a half step back and fell to his knees, his hands fumbling with Remus’ pants and boxes, pushing them out of the way so that Remus erection was now completely exposed to the cool night air.

Remus stared wide eyed down at Sirius as the Animagus licked his lips at the sight of the aching cock less that a foot in front of his face.

Remus seemed to gather his wits and realise what Sirius was about to do just as Sirius lent forward to take the lycan into his mouth.

“NO!” Remus panicked and grasped Sirius’ head in his hands, holding the young man back.

“What?” Sirius looked up at Remus with hurt eyes, “Don’t you love me? You said you loved me.”

“Yes, of cause I love you.” Remus said, “As a friend, and friends don’t do this kind of thing.”

“But I love you.” Sirius whimpered a tear running down his face, “I want you Remus. Please, don’t you want me?” Sirius’ eyes flicked back to Remus’ cock before he fixed his sad hungry gaze on Remus.

“I…” Remus hesitated, he did want Sirius; in a strange kind of way kissing Sirius had felt so very right, but still…

“Your drunk,” Remus said, “You don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Please Remus, want you.” Sirius moaned, trying to give his best puppy dog eyes look, and failing miserably.

“No.” Remus said firmly, “Let’s go back up to the dorm and if you still feel like this in the morning, when you are sober, then we’ll talk about it.”

Sirius nodded miserably, hanging his head. Remus could see Sirius watching as he righted his pants for the journey back to the dorm, it made Remus feel nervous, especially as Sirius was rubbing himself through his own pants.

The trip to the tower was reasonably uneventful, Sirius was quiet, his head resting on Remus’ shoulder, his breath ghosting Remus’ skin, his arm wrapped around Remus’ waist, his figures playing with Remus’ belt loop. Remus was trying really hard to think non-sexual thoughts: Professor McGonagall at the beach, probably in one of those old fashioned bathers that covers the whole body.

But it wasn’t doing any good. His mind kept wandering back to the boy next to him, how it had felt to kiss him. How it had been better than anything that Remus had ever felt before, better than his one other kiss, which had been from Lily and which he would never ever tell James about and which had been rather disturbing… for them both as it turned out. Remus’ kept thinking about how it had felt to have Sirius’ hand on his crotch, even through his school trousers and underwear it had been better than his few escapades into self-satisfaction… much better.

And in a way his relationship had always been a little different with Sirius than it had with James or Peter. Remus didn’t like physical contact, but he’d never minded much with Sirius. He’d always been willing to help Sirius out when he’d forgotten to do his homework, while he’d sometimes left Peter out on a limb. He’d been to all the Quidditch matches that Sirius had played in even though when only James was on the team he hadn’t attended even one.

But all that was a long way off wanting to kiss Sirius… wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he had a crush on Sirius, they were just really good friends. He felt nervous around Sirius because he was always wary of pranks and the like; it wasn’t because he actually liked Sirius. Although if it was because of pranks, then why did he spend so much time with the guy?

And why the fuck did he have what had to be the most painful hard on in the history of wizard kind just because Sirius had kissed him and felt him up a little? He shouldn’t have even gotten hard in the first place, Filch had been about to catch them, he had been sick to the stomach with fear of being caught. But Sirius’ kisses, Sirius’ fondles had made Remus’ cock forget all of that and just think about how fucking good it felt to have Sirius’ hand and Sirius lips doing that to him.

Remus came to a stop, realising that he had managed to guide the both of them back up to their dorm room. James and Peter’s beds were both empty, the two boys having gone home for the Christmas break.

“We’re here Sirius.” Remus said, “Time for bed.”

“Will you come with?” Sirius asked not moving from his position clinging to Remus.

“No.” Remus replied flatly.

“Please?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s not a reason.”

“Because I want to go to my own bed.”

“I could take care of your stiffy for you if you come to my bed.”

“NO!”

“I could slowly strip you naked…”

“Sirius.”

“… and then I’d kiss my way down your body…”

“Stop it Sirius.”

“… then I’d lick up the length of your cock…”

“Oh god!”

“… before I take it into my mouth…”

“Nugh.”

“… and tease you till you come – screaming – in my mouth.”

“Nigfh.”

“You want me to don’t you?”

“Gods ye… NO!” Remus pushed Sirius away from him. Sirius fell back onto Remus’ bed.

“You do.”

“No I don’t.”

“That wasn’t a question Remus, you want me.” Sirius stood up and walked towards Remus. Remus backed away shaking his head, stopping when the backs of his legs bumped against Sirius’ mattress.

“I assure you I don’t.”

“Yes you do, but why do you resist.” Sirius tilted his head to the side as he looked at Remus puzzled.

“I… You’re drunk. You are not thinking properly. You don’t really want to do anything to me. It’s just the drink talking.” Remus tried to reason.

“No, I love you. Have for a long time now Remus. I want you. I want to be with you, I want to fall asleep next to you, I want to wake up next to you, I want to hold you and I want to fuck you.”

“Oh god,” Remus moaned, then he shook his head, “Sirius no, that’s the drink talking.”

“No it isn’t. Kiss me.”

“No, it wouldn’t be right.”

“I want you to.”

“I’d be taking advantage of you.”

“No you wouldn’t.”

“You’d regret it in the morning.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“I would.”

“Why?”

“Because you would and I would be the one responsible for not stopping you when I’d known that I should.” Remus replied honestly.

“I wouldn’t regret it. I would relish it.” Sirius leaned forward and captured Remus’ mouth with his own.

Remus pushed Sirius off, “No, Sirius, you don’t want to do that.”

“Yes I do, please let me.”

“No, if you were saying this to me when you were sober, I might believe you. But you are drunk Sirius. You are drunk and horny and I am the only thing on two legs around and… WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Sirius had pushed Remus backwards causing Remus to be lying over his bed. His wand was out pointed straight at Remus.

“Sorry to have to do this Moony, but I really don’t wanna argue right now.” He whispered a spell and ropes shot out of his wand binding Remus spread eagle onto his bed.

“SIRIUS!” Remus yelled struggling against the soft leather cuffs that held his limbs in place.

“Yes?” Sirius said as innocently as he could manage as he crawled up Remus’ body.

“Let me go!”

“Can’t remember the counter-spell.”

“Sirius!” Remus tried to look angry, not an easy feat while tied down.

“Shouldn’t really try magic while I’m drunk anyway.” Sirius said.

“Oh! How good of you to remember that now!” Remus growled.

“Shush Moony, time for talking is over.” Sirius covered Remus’ mouth with his own in a deep, hungry kiss.

Remus tried to pull away but Sirius was able to hold his head in place with his hands so Remus quickly gave up. As Sirius continued his assault on Remus’ mouth his hands made quick work of Remus’ tie, tossing the red and gold fabric to the side. He then started on the buttons, noting happily that Remus was kissing him back with just as much passion as he; Sirius sent a privet thank you to whatever it was that made teens so horny.

“Sirius.” Remus moaned as Sirius pulled back for breath, “Let me go.”

“No, you’ll just run back to your bed and I haven’t finished with you yet.”

Sirius started kissing Remus’ neck, something he had developed a taste for less than an hour before in the alcove. He tried to push Remus’ shirt off him but found he couldn’t because of the bonds.

Not a problem, Remus’ bare chest was now exposed to view. Sirius smiled as he swept his tongue over Remus’ right nipple, relishing in the moan that escaped Remus’ lips. Sirius sucked the nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue across it several times before he gently nipped it between his teeth and pulled back. As Sirius turned his attention to the left side, his hands found Remus’ belt for the second time that evening; making quick work of it he pushed both pants and underwear down the same time. They didn’t go down very far because Remus’ legs were spread wide, but they made it to his knees.

Remus writhed on the bed as Sirius teased his nipples, he’d never thought that they were useful for anything on a guy, but Sirius seemed to be proving that theory wrong. The bindings that held Remus were pulled tight as Remus struggled against them, wanting to both reciprocate Sirius’ pleasurable actions and run away from this and hope that Sirius wouldn’t remember anything in the morning.

Sirius felt that he could spend the rest of eternity licking up and down Remus’ chest, every moan or gasp of pleasure that Remus let out sent a jolt to Sirius erection. He was surprised by how much pleasure he was getting out of this without having been touched yet. With that thought he stopped he teasing and got off the bed.

“Sirius?” Remus moan, “What… ?”

Sirius smiled at Remus, he looked so wanton lying there tied to Sirius’ bed, his normally light brown eyes dark with arousal, his hair mussed from writhing, his cock standing up begging to be touched. Sirius kicked off his shoes and pushed his pants and boxers down around his ankles, he stepped out of them now dressed in only his school shirt, loose tie and socks.

Remus watched as Sirius moved back towards him, he couldn’t help but look down at Sirius’ erect cock. Sirius noticed his gaze and grinned, he sat down on his hunches at the end of the bed, positioning himself between Remus’ legs.

“Like what you see?” Sirius asked.

“Oh, sweet Merlin, Sirius.” Remus bit his lip as Sirius placed his hand around his own erection and began to move, his eyes never leaving Remus’.

Remus felt a wonderful thrill that went straight to his groin, he was watching Sirius jerk off and it was doing things to him. Remus felt a blush rise over his face as he realised what he was doing, he turned his head away and shut his eyes. He heard Sirius chuckle at his sudden embarrassment, which just caused him to blush even darker.

Sirius chose that moment to lean forward and without warning, suck Remus’ cock into his mouth.

“Oh dear god, Sirius!” Remus cried as he arched off the bed as much as his binds would allow.

Sirius chuckled at his friend come lover, the vibrations sending another spike of pleasure through Remus’ cock.

“Oh, Sirius, Sirius, oh gees Sirius, I’m not… I’m… I… not go… last long.” Remus gasped, unable to move away from the intense and unfamiliar pleasure.

“Mmmmm.” Sirius responded around his mouthful of Remus. One of Sirius’ hands moved up to fondle Remus’ balls while his other continued to stroke his own erection.

“Oh gods, Sirius, oh please, just a…” Remus gasped arching off the bed again, his hips rocking, as much as allowed, in time with the bob of Sirius’ head, “Just a little more.”

Sirius sped up his own pace as he took as much of Remus into his mouth as he could and sucked hard.

“Oh SIRIUS!” Remus cried out, and then he was coming, the hot fluid filling the inside of Sirius’ mouth. Sirius drank it all down, continuing to suck on Remus’ cock until all the tremors had stopped.

He crawled up Remus’ body and stopped, gazing down into Remus’ sated eyes. Sirius leaned forward and captured Remus’ lips with his own. Remus could taste his own come on Sirius’ tongue. Then Sirius pulled away as orgasm hit him, his eyes stayed open and fixed on Remus’ as his seed spilled over Remus’ stomach.

He finally shut his eyes and lay down on top of Remus, his breathing uneven as he tried to catch his breath.

“God, I love you Remus.”

“I love you too Sirius.” Remus smiled placing a light kiss to the only part of Sirius he could reach, his forehead. “Now please untie me.”

Sirius lay still over Remus, his breath evening out.

“Sirius?”

“…”

“Sirius?”

Sirius let out a snore.

“Not funny Sirius! Untie me at once!”