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DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter, or any of the characters mentioned in this story, unless stated otherwise. Rated for possible sexual content, violence and/or mature language. Reader discretion is advised. Any similarities to real life are purely coincidence and I will not be held responsible! Thanks!

WARNING: WILL CONTAIN SLASH (male on male) and MATURE LANGUAGE (swearing) and MATURE THEMES (sex and violence) and QUASI-KINKY SEX and AU-ness!! Ye be warned

Author's Note: this was inspired vaguely by a simply HOT story I read not long ago, and I thought, who the hell better for it than Remus and Sirius? NO ONE! 'Say it ain't so!!' I rock at Rock Band. Cheers!

PS. – OMG my kitties had kittens…AGAIN. My cat population almost just doubled. Kill me now. It's really hard to hate them when they're so damn cute though…

PPS. – OMFG I got the best idea for a book not too long ago and I'm currently working on my first original novel, and if all goes to plan, it's going to be fucking awesome. I'm so excited!! Wish me luck!

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Remus Lupin wanted to cry. He wished he still had the fight left in himself to do so… Instead, he stared dejectedly out of the gritty windowpane and tried to remember what it had been like to be free. He longed for freedom once more, but had come beyond the point of hoping for it. He was resigned to his fate.

"Stand up." Remus could hear the authority in the voice, and stood obediently. The sound of metal scraping against metal as the door opened grated through his mind, and he longed to dare glancing over his shoulder at who could possibly be entering. No one ever entered anymore…

"After you, sir." Remus froze, knowing what this was. He had almost forgotten this part.

Remus stared straight ahead blankly, unseeingly, as a pair of hard boots clicked on the hard floor around him. "Where's its collar?" Remus felt his teeth clench at the lack of courtesies tossed his way, but forced his face to remain impassive.

"Sir, I wasn't aware you had wished one. If you'd like, I can show you something that has-" The man stopped abruptly as the aristocratic hand raised in silent command.

"Never mind." Remus found himself staring through an admittedly handsome face, lined with age. The man's eyes were a dark, intriguing grey and his hair was dark, streaked liberally with grey from his age. "You have its paperwork?" The vendor nodded. "Excellent, I'd like to see it."

The man who owned him exited hurriedly, hoping he would be able to sell this one, and Remus was left alone with this man. He could hear the boots clicking maddeningly as the man walked in a slow circle around him. He 'hmm'ed noncommittally. "What do you think?" he said at last, and Remus wondered if the man could possibly be talking to him. Surely not…

He was on the verge of speaking, when a voice from just outside the door if Remus assumed correctly, finally answered. "I've told you a million times, father, I don't care."

"Well if it's to be yours, I'd rather you had some input," said the first man in a carefully controlled voice. Remus loathed that he was being talked about as though he were some piece of furniture, but had learned long ago not to voice this opinion. The consequences would hardly be worth it.

"And my input is I don't care," retorted the second voice. Remus could practically hear the first man rubbing his temples in a long-suffering sort of way.

"Do you at least want to look at others?"

"No, it's fine. Whatever." Remus felt mingled happiness at the fact the second man didn't want to see anything else the vendor had to offer and resentment at the fact he obviously wasn't interested in him in the slightest. Remus didn't particularly care, though. He'd been down this route dozens of times and if by some twisted miracle, these people happened to be the ones to take him, so be it. At least he wouldn't be in this hellhole anymore. The fact that he might be sent to a place even worse was something he refused to think about.

The vendor came back in then, passing the first man a stack of parchments. "There's everything, from training, to history, to medical. Can I show you anything else sir?"

The man, who had meandered back into Remus' limited line of sight, looked over the papers and seemed satisfied enough. "Well?" he asked, looking a good two feet from where Remus stood at the other man. "What do you say Sirius?"

"I don't-"

"We'll take it."

And just like that, Remus Lupin was sold. His new owners paid for him, the vendor fixing a collar around his neck (much to Remus' dislike), and then he was taken to the waiting carriage and left the place he had spent the last six years of his life.

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Once he was in the carriage, he kept his eyes trained to the floor, as was expected of him, but throughout the ride, managed to steal a glimpse at his new owners. There was the same man with the graying hair and air of nobility he'd seen at the shoppe, and a young man who looked to be around Remus' own age. He had the same well-bred air as the older man, whom Remus assumed was his father, and similar eyes, though the youth's were a lighter, almost silver, grey. His hair was dark, almost black it was so brown, and he was exceedingly good looking with high cheekbones and a wide, sensuous mouth. He also had a haughty, displeased look on his face, which only made him the more handsome. Sirius… Remus said the name many times to himself on the long ride, wondering why it sounded vaguely familiar.

They finally pulled to a stop a long, un-guessable amount of time later, and a footman opened the door to the carriage. Sirius made to get out, but his father stopped him. "Here," he said shortly, pressing a reasonable length of finely tooled leather into his hands. Sirius looked at it. "For it," his father added, with a head jerk in Remus' general direction and exited the carriage.

Sirius, looking mutinous, clipped the leash onto Remus' collar and preceded him out the door into the cool, crisp autumn air. Remus exited, the footman closing the door behind him primly and then leading the horses and their burden away, and Remus stole a glance at his new residence.

It was a magnificently old, sprawling mansion at least three floors tall, and looked like it had cost a small fortune. Mildly impressed, Remus obeyed the pressure on his collar and dutifully followed his new Master up the steps and into the house (if such a beast of a building could be classified as such). Remus felt rather out of place in the lush surroundings, but shrugged off his discomfort, staring interestedly at the richly veined marble beneath his feet.

There was the sound of two sets of feet approaching, one, most likely a woman's, in clicking high heeled shoes and the other softer. Remus recognized riding boots as the two people approached and could only assume the rest of the house's inhabitants had come to see the new purchase.

"Orion, you're back sooner than we expected," said a carefully honed woman's voice. She even sounded filthy rich. "Well, let's see it then."

Remus was tugged rather unceremoniously forward and he caught a waft of expensive perfume as the woman stepped toward him. "Head up." Remus lifted his head and stared through her once-beautiful face and elaborately piled hair. She had the palest ivory skin and dark, heavy features that didn't mix well with age, but the arrogance to pretend otherwise. She reached just over the rather tall Remus' shoulder in her heels. "Hmm…well I can't say it's what I would've chosen, but…" she trailed off and looked at her son. "I suppose it'll do for you Sirius." There was a slight edge to her comment and Remus, had he been anything but what he was, would have looked over to see the slight tightening in Sirius' jaw.

The woman stepped back and the last member of the assembled family stepped forward. He was younger, noticeably, than Sirius, and decidedly less good-looking, but made up for it with expensive riding clothes and the same stormy grey eyes as his father. He was almost paler than his mother and had a look of disapproval on his face. "It looks old." Remus felt like slapping the pompous little prick. He was a lot of things, but he was not old. "Why ever did you pick it Sirius?"

"Probably the same reason mother decided to keep you after you were born," Sirius replied in a bored voice.

"That's enough," said Orion. "Sirius, take it to where you want it to stay. Regulus, you're going to be late for your riding lesson, off you go."

Remus followed obediently as Sirius led him up a flight of stairs and down a long corridor. After they had walked for several minutes, Sirius abruptly turned into one of the rooms and closed the door behind Remus. "Sit." Remus sat where Sirius had indicated, eyes immediately dropping to the floor. "Look at me." Remus, barely believing his ears, looked up in surprise. The youth came over and unclipped his leash and unbuckled his collar, shocking Remus even further. "What's your name?" The amber-eyed boy was too shocked to speak. Never, ever, had he been asked what his name was by anyone other than the rest of his old Master's properties. Sirius tapped his foot impatiently. "Well? Are you deaf or something? What's your name?"

"Remus," he replied softly. "Remus Lupin."

Sirius smirked. "Remus… Damn, that's almost as bad as the one my parents stuck me with. Sirius, the dog star, great choice for your first born eh?" So that's why it had sounded familiar… Remus wasn't at all sure what he should do in response, so he simply sat there on the plush leather couch. Sirius stopped smirking. "Come on."

Remus stood obediently and followed the other young man further into the room, which turned out to be several connected rooms. Apparently this was Sirius' little portion of the mansion. "You can stay here," he said, indicating a tidily furnished decent-sized room with a single bed, a small chest of drawers and a single lamp. Remus nodded, feeling like he maybe was dreaming. Why was this boy being so nice to him all of a sudden? What did he want from him in return?

"So," said Sirius, after he'd finished giving him the brief tour. He flopped onto one of the couches in the main sitting room. "What shall we do Remus?" Remus bit the inside of his lip and looked around, not sure if his Master was being serious or not and if he was, what he should say. "Stop standing around, sit or something," Sirius added impatiently. Remus sat at once. "So, what do you want to do?" he repeated.

"Whatever you'd like me to do," he replied softly. Sirius cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?"

Remus paused, unsure of what to say once more. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. "Yes?"

Sirius laughed. "Oh Merlin, they sure did a number on you, eh? Look, I'm just going to say it, you don't have to be all…" he waved his arm vaguely as he searched for a suitable word, "submissive around me. Really. Just…be yourself."

"My…myself?" Remus asked hesitantly, looking for the first time into Sirius' eyes.

"Yeah. I mean, you might have to put on an act around my parents and Regulus, but if it's just you and me I don't particularly care."

"Then…" Remus paused again. "Can I ask why you purchased me then?"

"Sure. To be honest, I didn't even want you." Remus felt like he'd been slapped. This boy was certainly…straightforward. "My parents wanted me to have you and I just went along with it. At the least I thought I might get someone I could prank with."

"Prank?"

Sirius sat up. "Yeah. Like practical jokes? Ever pulled one?" Remus shook his head feeling a bit (scratch that, a lot) like Alice in Wonderland. "Dumb question…but yeah. I pull them on my parents and Reg all the time. And the staff of course; loads of fun it is, too. We definitely have to do one together soon."

"If that's what you'd like," Remus replied automatically, and Sirius pulled a face.

"Can you stop doing that? You're making me feel like Jesus or something."

"Sorry."

"Eh, no worries. Just don't do it again," Sirius added with a smirk. "So, back to what to do…hmmm…" He looked around curiously as Remus sat quietly beside him, looking, as was his habit, at his hands folded in his lap. It was almost like the last six years had never happened… He didn't know what he had done to deserve such a wonderful slice of heaven, but he fervently thanked whoever was in charge of such things. "I know!" Sirius declared at long last. "You can tell me what all that toss about your 'training' was. I mean, what could they possibly have trained you for?"

Remus' mouth quirked to the side. He really didn't want to tell Sirius about his training, as it had been a most horrific three year process, but supposed he hadn't a choice. "Lots of things, really."

"Like?"

"Well, there were a lot of basic commands that they engrain into you. Y'know, do what you're told, don't do things unless you're told to do them, etcetera. Then there was a lot of basic cooking skills, cleaning, that sort of householdy stuff. And then…" He paused, looking uncertainly at Sirius. He didn't know how the handsome young man would take this last bit of information.

"And what?" Sirius asked, his face reflecting only polite curiosity and friendship.

"And then…a lot of…well to be frank…" Remus was now blushing, "a lot of stuff about how to…er…please your Master." Sirius mouthed the word 'please' confusedly and then comprehension dawned on him.

"Oh! Ohh…damn. So that means you're like…super good in bed?" Remus snorted his laughter and then smothered it down hurriedly. "Go on, you can laugh."

Remus burst into giggles. "I guess you could say that," he gasped. He sobered quickly though. "I guess…though I'd rather not know half the things I do, because you had to learn through experience."

Sirius' eyebrows shot up. "What!? They actually made you…?" Remus nodded. "Oh… I'm sorry Remus." Remus felt shock trickle down his spine. No one, ever in his entire life had ever apologized for anything that had ever happened to him, whether it was his or her fault or not. He felt like he might just burst into tears, but having gotten into the habit of bottling his emotions, tamped them down quickly.

"Thank you," he replied softly, looking back down at his folded hands. "You don't have to apologize-"

"I want to," Sirius said simply, cutting across him. Remus smiled for the first time in what felt like years. "Good god the boy can smile!" Sirius teased. Remus grinned wider.

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Slowly, almost dream like, the days slipped past, turning to weeks, and the weeks, before Remus noticed, turned into two whole months at the Black mansion with Sirius. Through that time, the boys grew closer and closer together, and their relationship had blossomed into a casual, easy friendship before either of them realized it. Remus, under Sirius' careful guidance, was slowly breaking every single rule that had been drilled into him since he could recall. He had partaken in his first prank (with boatloads of help from his dark-haired friend) which he was sad to say had been on a rather unsuspecting maid and elicited much laughter from Sirius as they ran back to the safety of his rooms.

Indeed, the two rarely spent any time apart, except when Sirius was forced to attend dinner with his family (which was only if the Blacks had guests) or when he had lessons from the private tutors that lived in a smaller house on the edge of the property, during which time, Remus sat and partook in a favourite pleasure he'd seldom had the luxury for before by reading book after book from the Black library. Remus, at last, felt like he might be free, or as close to freedom as he'd ever get.

It was a cold, snowy day in the middle of December and Sirius had just gotten back from his detested lessons when Fate (who apparently decided things were much too copasetic) intervened and changed the entirety of the pair's relationship. They were sitting, or rather; Remus was sitting with Sirius' head on his knees as the darker haired boy sprawled on the rest of the comfortable leather couch, when there was a sharp rap on Sirius' door.

"Could you be a dear and get that?" he asked quietly, too mentally exhausted to move. Remus smiled and nodded, and moved toward the door, remembering himself enough to drop his eyes before he opened it.

"Sirius," said Orion Black, striding into the room, not bothering to give Remus a second look. "You've really done it this time, haven't you?"

"Done what?" Sirius asked lazily.

"Your tutor just quit. Care to tell me why?"

"Not particular-" Before he could finish his sentence, his father had grabbed him by the very expensive collar of his shirt and dragged him upright.

"That was the third tutor this year!" he bellowed. Sirius attempted to free himself from his father's grip.

"So? I don't care if-" The loud sound of flesh striking flesh made Remus jump slightly and he looked up to see his friend on the floor and his father standing over him.

"I am sick and tired of you not caring," Orion said in a low, dangerous voice. "So either you'll start caring, or I'll make you start caring. Do we understand one another?"

"Yes," said Sirius bitterly sitting up and rubbing his reddened cheek gingerly. Orion turned toward the door.

"What are you looking at?" he barked at Remus, who immediately dropped his gaze.

"Nothing, sir."

"Damn right you aren't!" Orion snapped. He looked round at Sirius again. "You had better make sure it knows it's fucking place in this house before I beat it into its fucking head!" he shouted before storming out. Remus waited several seconds before he closed the door after him.

"Sirius?" Remus said softly. Sirius was standing, glaring hard out the window and Remus came tentatively up behind him. "Sirius?" he repeated even softer.

"What?" the word came out hard and cold and unlike anything Remus had ever heard Sirius say. He flinched backward slightly.

"Are…are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"Sirius, it's okay if-" Remus began, but Sirius cut him off.

"I said I'm fine!!" he barked and turned suddenly, his hand lashing out before thought and reason caught up with him, and backhanded Remus hard across the face.

Remus fell to the floor, clutching the fiery burn that spread over his face, not daring to look up at his Master and trying his best not to cry. Sirius bit back the curse that came to his mind. He hadn't meant to hit Remus; the anger toward his father just seemed to get the best of him; as usual. He knelt beside Remus and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, hating the way the slighter boy flinched back out of his reach on pure instinct. "Remus? Remus, look at me…" Remus lifted his gaze; his eyes had the same eerie hollowness Sirius had seen the first time he'd laid eyes on the boy. "Remus, I'm so sorry," he breathed, pulling the boy into his arms awkwardly. Remus was stiff and unresponsive. "I never… You know I wouldn't… Remus?"

Remus looked into Sirius' gaze at last, instead of just looking through him, seeing the dark red mark on the other's face and knew that Sirius was sorry. "I'm okay," he said in a tiny voice, and Sirius pulled him flush against his chest. "Are you…are you alright?"

"Merlin, who cares about me? Oh God Remus…I'm so sorry…"

"I know," said the amber-eyed boy, pulling away slightly. He looked into Sirius' gaze, transfixed by the beauty of his eyes. "I know," he repeated in a whisper. Something had shifted in them both, or in the air around them. They were both suddenly painfully aware of their proximity to one another, and the fact their lips were mere inches apart.

"Remus?" Sirius murmured softly, questioningly. And then their lips brushed together, soft, gentle and incredible. Sirius surged forward at the same moment as Remus, their mouths meeting completely as their tongues speared forward to twist and writhe against one another. Remus let his hands slide through Sirius' too-long hair as Sirius cupped his jaw, their heads tilting for better access to each other's mouths.

Groans echoed from their throats, muffled by exploratory tongues and Remus let his hand slide down over Sirius' chest, sucking his tongue erotically into his mouth. Sirius pulled back suddenly and abruptly, blushing, and Remus had the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry," he panted.

Sirius shook his head. "That was…wow. …I…I want you Remus."

Remus shook his head now. "No you don't."

Sirius looked confused. "Yeah. I do…unless…" he looked down, "unless you don't want…me…"

Remus tilted his head back up with a finger. "I do. Really, Sirius, I do… It's just…" He sighed and pulled away, standing, and Sirius mimicked him.

"Just what Remus? You can tell me…"

Remus bit his lip in what Sirius found to be an unnaturally attractive gesture. "After you see me, you won't want me." Sirius frowned his puzzlement and Remus sighed, gripping the hem of his shirt. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he murmured, lifting it and pulling the garment over his head. Sirius gasped.

All over the boy's body were long, pearly, arcing scars crisscrossing in a dizzying pattern. "Oh Remus…" he murmured, looking from the scars to Remus' face, which now was pointed, out of sheer habit, at the floor. Sirius stepped closer to him, lifting his head. "Who…?"

"Training," Remus stated simply. Sirius looked at the marks again, reaching out hesitantly, looking to Remus for silent permission, which the boy granted. His finger traced over one of the marks gently, sending ripples of pure delight up Remus' spine and making his breathing hitch.

"So many," Sirius breathed as his finger paused and slid down an overlapping mark. "Oh Remus…" He looked at the youth who had become his best friend in such a short time. "You're absolutely gorgeous."

Remus felt tears stinging his eyes, not wanting to believe a word Sirius said but hoping he might be right anyway. And, for once, he didn't push his tears away, but let them slide down his face, leaning into Sirius' hand as he wiped them tenderly away. "Do…do you still…want me?"

Sirius pressed their mouths together briefly. "How could I not?" He took Remus by the hand and led him back toward his own private bedroom, which was rather against the rules of such things, but neither really cared. Once they stood in front of the magnificently carved four-poster with its supple velvet hangings, facing one another and holding each other gently, Sirius felt butterflies spring from their cocoons in the pit of his stomach.

"I've…I've never done this with another…" he said and Remus pulled him closer still.

"It's pretty much the same thing," Remus assured him. "Depending which end you want to be on of course. Do you want to be top or bottom? It doesn't matter to me."

Sirius shook his head. "This is your forte, remember?"

"Maybe, but you're my Master, so it's-"

"I'm not your Master Remus, but most especially in here. In here, you are my Master. Teach me." There was a look of such nervous eagerness in his eyes that Remus kissed him.

"Alright," he replied, pulling back. His hands smoothed over Sirius' shoulders and untucked his shirt. "I want you to undress me." Sirius smiled and as Remus pulled his shirt off, he undid the boy's pants, letting them pool at his feet. Their mouths met as hands languidly stripped each other of clothing and Sirius shivered as he felt his rock hard cock glide deliciously over Remus'. "Get on the bed," Remus gasped between ardent kisses, and he watched his friend's lithe, graceful body climb onto the bed, stretching out on his back.

He smiled, knowing he had the upper hand here, for the first time in this house where he'd so many times in the past weeks felt unsure and confused and highly out of place. Sirius groaned. "You look so hot when you do that, baby…" Remus' smirk grew at the praise.

"Thank you," he purred, climbing onto the bed and stalking like some sort of predatory animal toward Sirius, an analogy that was only enhanced by the glowing amber of his eyes. He poised himself delectably over Sirius' body, sliding his tongue out to taste Sirius' parted lips and dipping into his mouth hungrily, then gently lowered himself so that their bodies pressed intimately together. Their hard cocks ground together and Sirius groaned into the kiss, gripping Remus' arse to increase the sublime friction their bodies made.

Remus slid lower, tasting the flawless skin of his lover's neck, Sirius tilting his head back obligingly. Teeth pressed heatedly into that smooth perfect skin and Sirius moaned, making Remus' cock throb and ache as he licked the slight pain away. "Mmm…Merlin, don't stop. Please, don't stop," Sirius panted as Remus slid yet lower, his sinfully talented mouth abusing a nipple while his free hand rolled its twin. "Oh God yes…" the dark haired youth breathed as Remus licked and nipped greedily down his perfect torso.

Their eyes met again as Remus' hand slid over the hot hard phallus beneath him, making Sirius hiss delightedly. "Tell me what you want," Remus breathed, making goose bumps erupt over his lover's skin.

"Suck my cock," Sirius whispered as those perfect hands glided up and down his length teasingly. "Please… Remus…I need you…"

Remus obeyed his Master, as any good servant was wont to do, his tongue gently tasting the very tip of Sirius' erection, wriggling ecstatically into the slit his pre-come leaked from, groaning hungrily in the back of his throat. Sirius gripped his hair, moaning lustily as Remus' tongue swirled around the head of his engorged cock. "Fuck…yes. That feels so fucking good Remus…" The slighter boy took more of the hot hard organ into his hungry mouth, sucking expertly and massaging his Master's balls. "Jesus fucking Christ…" Sirius gasped. "Don't stop…please don't stop…"

Remus grinned and pulled another impossible few inches into his warm wet mouth, hollowing his cheeks with the force of his suction as the velvety tip of Sirius' cock hit the back of his throat. His own cock was rock hard, but he didn't mind in the slightest. He wanted to repay his Master, his friend and lover, for the delirious happiness he'd brought him. He pulled up, still sucking hard, and gripped the base of Sirius' erection, letting it free from his mouth with a seductive little pop.

Sirius was in heaven, or somewhere really fucking close to it, as he watched, unblinking, as Remus tongued his cock like some sort of wanton whore. It felt fucking amazing and as he gripped the sheets beneath himself, he could feel his orgasm approaching. "Fuck, Remus," he panted as the boy slurped his erection happily. "Ohh…OH! Yeah…unh…I think…I'm…I'm going to come baby…ohh God!"

Remus let the delicious length of phallus slide from his mouth once more. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice deep and husky. "I want to taste your come in my mouth…" He licked his lips and pressed them to Sirius' throbbing cock. "Mmm…come for me," he repeated, hand sliding torturously up and down and around. Sirius arched into the touch as he moaned. He was trying to hold back as long as possible, not wanting the bliss to end, but it was like trying to stop a bus by standing in front of it.

His eyes met Remus' once more, locking on to those exotic amber orbs with their dilated pupils and watched his delicious pink tongue slide around the head of his cock one more time before his lips closed around it, sucking hard and Sirius lost himself to the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. His head lolled back as his eyes rolled in their sockets, his body arching and tensing for an eternity crammed into a single breath, a moan ripping from his larynx. He shuddered his release, bucking into Remus' hand and mouth and struggling to open his eyes through the haze of his pleasure.

He finally managed to open his eyes through sheer dint of will and groaned as he watched Remus lapping up his come, hand milking his softening cock for every last drop. "Ohh fuck," he breathed, falling back, completely spent onto his pillows. He could feel his body more acutely than he would have ever thought possible and, even better, feel Remus as he climbed back up to curl into his side. He turned his head toward the boy whose eyes were shining, feeling his heart beat madly inside his chest, and pulled him closer, tongue spearing into his mouth and groaning again when he tasted himself on the other boy's lips. "That was fucking amazing," he panted after they had broken apart, and Remus grinned, passing that sinful pink tongue across his lips.

"Thank you. Mmm, you taste delicious." Sirius smiled back and was about to comment when he felt Remus' erection pressing into his thigh. He looked marginally sternly (as sternly as one can look after a mind blowing orgasm) at Remus.

"You didn't…?" The fair-haired boy shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, but Sirius put a finger over those tempting lips. "Well we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" he murmured, lifting his protesting body so that he was raised over Remus. The boy was blushing and looked out of his comfort zone.

"Sirius, you don't have to-"

"No, I do," Sirius stated simply, cutting across the other youth. His mouth moved in a heady path across Remus' jumping pulse point and the paler boy moaned softly. Then Sirius' lips caught a nipple between his flawless white teeth, pulling gently, teasingly and making Remus arch into him in a decidedly satisfactory way. "I want to make you feel the way I did," he breathed as eager hands caressed the hot hard flesh and Remus' teeth sunk into his lower lip.

Sirius let his tongue swirl around the other youth's bellybutton, eliciting a pleasant yelp of surprise that had them both chuckling huskily. Remus' lips parted in a silent scream as his fingers wove through Sirius' hair and the dark-haired boy breathed his hot breath onto Remus' aching cock. "Oh God Sirius," Remus moaned. "I'm so hard…" His voice was breathy with his desire and just hearing him talk was making Sirius hard all over again.

"Tell me what to do Remus," he murmured back. "Tell me what you want."

"Please!" Remus gasped, clutching his Master's hair as the young man slid his tongue across the velvet sac of his balls. "Oh fuck…suck my cock… Please, Sirius…"

Sirius needed no further encouragement than those three breathy words and his own whispered name. His mouth descended slowly, hesitantly, onto the leaking tip of Remus' erection, sucking experimentally and rewarded with a none-too-gentle tug on his overlong hair. His tongue swirled around, much the same way Remus had done to him, caressing and tasting and taking greedy impressions as his palm enveloped the rest of his lover's length in agonizingly perfect heat.

Remus grunted in an animalistic fashion, spurring Sirius to take even more length into the wet warmth of his mouth, pressing the sensitive head to the roof of his mouth and running it along the delicious ridges.

Remus cried out, his eyes clamped shut against the blinding pleasure this youth was invoking upon him. His heart beat a frantic tattoo against his chest and he felt certain it would explode at any second, but lacked the ability to care. All he could care about was that glorious friction around his cock and it's continuance – everything else was just superfluous. "Ohh God…don't stop," he whispered raggedly, his bleary gaze landing upon those twin pools of silver light and making his prick throb deliciously.

Then it hit him. He'd gone and done the thing he'd been told by numerous others not to do. He'd fallen in love with his Master.

This realization paled in comparison in the next heartbeat, however, to the glorious friction of Sirius' hand sliding up and down his cock in time to his lustily bobbing head. He gripped the dark, silken hair in his fingers, arching into the sensation of hot mouth around even hotter flesh, trying to control the growing urge to grab the boy's hair and fuck his mouth to completion. He'd had it done to him and it was much less pleasant on the receiving end.

Sirius' teeth grazed temptingly over his cock as he let it slide from his mouth, licking his lips like the connoisseur he longed to be. (Food was by far one of his passions after pranks and getting laid). "I want you to fuck my mouth," he panted and Remus groaned at the sound of his voice, caressing just the right parts of his brain to make his cock throb harder. The darker haired youth pressed his lips to the ridged prick in his hands. "Please? Fuck my mouth…make me your bitch, Remus."

Remus clenched those overlong tufts of hair yet harder, his knuckles almost white with the pressure and felt whatever inhibitions he'd had fly out the window. "Then put your mouth back on my cock you little whore," he panted, looking into Sirius' eyes and seeing only lust and something akin to it reflected back at him. Sirius groaned and at once, lowered his mouth onto the long thick organ that was the hub of so much pleasure.

Remus pulled downward, forcing his Master to take almost his entire length in his mouth, feeling the head of his cock, wet with his pre-come and Sirius' own saliva, pressing into the back of the youth's throat. He moaned gutturally in primal pleasure. "Yes," he called as he pulled up slightly and Sirius' mouth came along with him. "Yes, suck my cock you divine little slut."

Sirius hummed around the thick prick that filled his mouth and throat, making Remus moan even louder and jerk upwards into the clinging warmth. His cheeks were hollowed with the pressure of his suckling as Remus pulled his Master off his length almost completely before thrusting back up into that perfectly delicious mouth. "Faster," Remus commanded in a hoarse whisper. Never before had he been the one giving the orders in the bedroom and it brought an agreeable sense of power to him to do so now.

"Yes," he panted as Sirius' mouth, unaided by him, moved even faster still and a moan was torn from him as he rode out the delirious ride to the summit of his ecstasy. He could feel his stomach pulling in as he neared his release, gripping those locks of luscious hair for dear life as his Master's mouth slid like a demon's up and down his impressive length. "Yes, suck my cock you dirty little whore!" he cried arching into the cloying heat of Sirius' mouth as his seed erupted from the tip of his cock to slide easily down Sirius' throat.

The dark haired boy sucked and swallowed and sucked harder again, pumping the softening prick for every delicious drop of his lover's essence until there was nothing left. Remus, who had collapsed myriad heartbeats ago onto the supple sheets, welcomed Sirius' ascent toward his mouth warmly, allowing his Master to kiss him ravenously the way he liked best.

"You were brilliant," he murmured softly after they had settled into one another in sweaty bliss. He could feel Sirius' half hard cock against his thigh and his eyes were heavily lidded in his completion. "Especially for your first time."

Sirius grinned and pressed their mouths together again, only softer and more gentle this time. "Thanks." His smile turned to a smirk. "I didn't think you even knew half of those words."

Remus blushed. "Neither did I."

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Author's Note: so this is the first of three bits (all of which are done) for this fic. YAY! Now I have some SHOCKING NEWS. The apocalypse has come and Hell is holding its first annual hockey tourney because it's finally frozen over. I, the epitome of single-and-enjoying-it, the writer of smut and graphic sex and boys banging and all that fun stuff, have…(take a deep breath) A SIGNIFICANT OTHER. I know! I told you all it was shocking. LMAO. But yes. I have a quasi-boyfriend (more like friends-with-benefits because commitment scares me) and he is…effing great. It's not love yet, but it still makes me giggle uncontrollably and lets me try out all the fun things I make Remus and Sirius do (wink). YAY! I just hope this doesn't mess with my inner pervert any…

PS. – New update: I dumped the boy toy. I'm not ready for a relationship (at least of the sort he wanted, I'm more a 'friends with sexy benefits' kinda girl) and he was distracting me from my smut. Moving onward to the next one! XD