One Perverted Pooch

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters because if I did, I would currently sunbathing on my million pound yacht in sunnier climes and sipping expensive champagne next to George Clooney, who I would be giving a thorough nightly workout! (Phew, don’t I wish).

A/N: This fic has been created in answer to Whips_and_Chains Beast challenge. I hope you like.

Warnings: This fic is rated adult ++ and contains the following themes, M/M, Oral, Anal, Bestiality, Rimming, Ass to Mouth and Felching (kind of).

If you are easily offended by these themes please do not read any further and certainly DON’T flame me. It’s not my fault you can’t read properly or are too stupid to ignore my warnings.

To those other sick puppies like me out there who do like this stuff, enjoy!

One Perverted Pooch

Remus was reading quietly in the old leather wing-back chair in the library at Grimmauld Place. The Order meeting had finished about an hour ago and the last of the members had just left. This was his favourite time of the day, when he could read in peace and enjoy the sweet sting of anticipation before going to bed, with the promise of a night of hot passionate sex with Sirius.

The man had become insatiable since escaping from Azkaban prison the previous year. Not that he wasn’t insatiable before his incarceration twelve and half years previous but at least then Remus could keep up with his sexual demands. The werewolf just felt old now, in both body and soul.

If he didn’t know better, he’d swear that Sirius was trying to kill him.

But hey, what a way to go!

As he mused on that pleasant thought, Sirius entered the library excitedly and perched himself on the arm of the chair. He absently played with Lupin’s hair; a simple affectionate act that screamed his love for his old battered lover.

“What’s up babe?” Remus asked.

“Hopefully both of us in a bit.” Black retorted cheekily.

“Saucy git!” He grinned.

“I’ve got something special planned but I don’t know if you’re willing to try it.” Sirius said furtively.

“That doesn’t sound good.” He became unsettled. He closed his book and continued. “Look Siri, I’ve already told you I am not going to fuck you during the night of my transformation. It’s too dangerous and I’m not prepared to risk Mooney not recognising you as his mate. If that were the case he would have mated with Padfoot by now, as essentially your scents are identical.”

“No, no, that’s not what I had in mind…really.”

Lupin’s eyes narrowed. “What precisely did you have in mind then?”

“Well, you said that you’re not prepared to fuck me when you’re transformed but…what about if I fuck you as Padfoot?”

“Urgh Sirius, that grotesque. It’s nothing more…than, than bestiality.” He stuttered.

“Ah, well that’s where you’re wrong actually, as since technically I’m not a dog, either by birth or genetically. I merely transfigure my form magically, ergo I’m not a dog and therefore it’s not considered as bestiality.”

“I’m impressed Sirius, you sound like you have actually researched it.”

“I have as a matter of fact.” He announced proudly.

“That’s great! I’m still not doing it.”

“Oh come on Mooney.” He whined, suspiciously canine-like.

“No.”

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“No.”

“Look, at least try it. If I fail to turn you on then you can just say stop and I’ll forget the whole thing. Now I can’t say fairer than that can I?”

“I don’t know Padfoot. What's the catch?”

“There is no catch but my only condition is that if you say stop, I’ll only agree to stop if you haven’t got a hard-on. Now I think that’s more than fair.”

“You’ll really stop if I don’t like it.”

“Promise. Come on, I did let you come on my face didn’t I last month?” He reasoned.

“Oh, okay.” Remus blustered. “But I have a condition of my own you know!”

“Name it.” Sirius said, quite unable to suppress a Cheshire Cat grin.

“You have to have a bath first. Frankly you need it you dirty mutt!”

“Hey, you wound me Remus.”

“Well you wound my olfactory senses.”

“Okay, I’ll go and run a bath, just be careful not to over-wet my head; you know how I dislike water when I'm in dog form.” And with, Sirius swept out of the room with the same vigour that he entered with.

A short time later, Remus found a transformed Padfoot in a warm bubble bath waiting patiently for Remus to bathe him. Sirius had left an array of soaps and shampoos out for Remus to choose from.

“Ooohh, do I get to choose?”

“Woof.” He answered affirmatively.

Remus careful bathed and groomed him. Washing away the old smell of dog and combing out the tangles in his fur. When he was done, he let the bath water drain away and Padfoot shook his fur free of the excess water, soaking Remus even further.

“Woof” He barked his apologies.

“Don’t worry; I planned to shower beforehand anyway. Now come here and let me towel-dry your fur. The last thing I want is a soaking wet pooch slavering over me.”

Lupin dried him off and sent him off to dry his fur further instructing him to sit in front of the open fire that was roaring away in their bedroom.

Remus tidied the bathroom and showered away the daily grime from his body.

He nervously entered the bedroom; a towel slung around his hips was all that donned his thin scarred body.

Sensing his apprehension, Padfoot got up from in front of the fire and walked over to Remus in an effort to reassure him. He nudged his hand with his muzzle; his fur now dry to the touch and guided him over to their bed.

Padfoot jumped up and waited for Remus to join him.

He climbed onto the bed on his side, unsure of what to do next. This was soon remedied when Sirius placed a paw on his shoulder and infinitesimally guided him to lie down flat.

After he did this, Padfoot grabbed Lupin’s towel and revealed his body. Taking the hint, Remus lifted his hips and threw it onto the floor, leaving him completely naked.

Padfoot leaned over him and gently licked his face to offer further reassurance.

“Okay Padfoot.” He laughed nervously. “Do your worst mate.”

Padfoot began by licking his ear gently, not too much to cause a tickling fit but enough to tantalise and arouse. He worked downwards lapping at point where Lupin’s neck joined his shoulder. He knew this was a particularly sensitive area to the werewolf.

He continued south, licking as he went. He paid particular attention to his nipples. Alternating from licks with the flat of his tongue to nudging them with his wet nose and breathing on them to make them erect as the moisture evaporated. By the time he progressed to his hips, it did not escape the dog’s notice that his lover’s cock was very erect. However, he refrained from heading there. He moved down Remus’ legs, poking his tongue behind one knee, which provoked and reflex jerk of his leg and a distinct giggle from the former professor.

Sirius, made a mental note to investigate that reaction further another time.

He made it to his feet where he proceeded to drive Remus insane by licking the soles of his feet and in between his toes. His cries of sensitised pleasure could be heard throughout the old townhouse.

Sirius had been patient enough. Now it was time for the good stuff. He headed back up towards Lupin’s genitals; sitting sphinx fashion between his legs and licked Remus’ balls. Mooney almost shot up and off the bed. Sirius barked, reminding him of the agreement.

Remus was rock hard and therefore couldn’t back out.

He settled back down and let Padfoot get back to work. He continued relentlessly, licking and gently nibbling his ball sack, working his way up the cock.

He lapped at the pearly liquid that had gather at the tip and teased the sensitive head, making Remus squirm in pleasure. The cock bobbed in excitement from the alien stimulation.

Sirius stopped suddenly and barked. Remus looked up and Padfoot flicked his head. Remus understood; he wanted him to turn over. Nervously, he rolled onto his stomach and then onto his hands and knees.

He didn’t quite know what to expect but received the shock of his life when Padfoot began to eat his arse out. Remus’ eyes rolled into the back of his head. The feeling was even better than when he'd licked his cock.

He tongued it; probing the crinkled brown muscle and then began alternating between this and licking up and down the entire length of his arse crack. He flicked his tongue at the rear of his dangling scrotum, making it swing back and forth. His aim was to make Remus so aroused that he’d willing accept and enjoy the finale.

“Oh Christ Sirius, just do it. Fuck me, now!” He cried.

Padfoot mounted Lupin from behind and slid his thin canine length home.

To Remus if felt very different to being fucked by the human Sirius, but not altogether different. The differences in girth and length were obvious but the speed of his stroke was the same. Not having the heaviness of a grown male body behind differed from the furry one that was current perched on his lower back, thrusting into him.

Padfoot ploughed into him manically, on and on. And then he was coming. He thrust forward one final time and pumped his seed deep into the werewolf’s dark cavern. After he was spent, he pulled out gently.

As he withdrew, a dribble of the animagus’ cum leaked from Remus’ hole. In typical canine style, Padfoot sniffed at it and proceeded to lap up the salty emission until it all trace of it was gone.

“For God’s sake Sirius, have mercy and finish me off. I’m dying here.”

Remus flipped over onto his back and Sirius carried on as before, licking and nibbling his cock. Lupin was so aroused that it didn’t take long for him to climax too; thin pearly white ribbons shot from the engorged head onto his stomach and after his climactic tremors subsided, Sirius repeated what he had done earlier; licking away all trace of the werewolf’s orgasm, much to his lover's distaste.

Padfoot transformed back into human form and lay down next to him.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Sirius asked, unable to supress the huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“Was it what you expected?”

“Better.”

“You really are one perverted pooch, you do know that don’t you?”

“Yeap, and you would have me any other way, would you Remus?”