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Remus' revenge

Sirius smiled a very groggy morning-smile. It was more a crooked grin than a genuine smile, actually.

He'd been getting it last night. And by 'it', he meant 'the best sex ever by the sexiest, most mischievous, incredible, mind-blowing, seductive and just downright wonderful werewolf he'd ever had the great pleasure of shagging'.

He dug his hand through the light-brown strands of said werewolf's hair and was rewarded with a kiss surprisingly passionate this early in the morning. A kiss preformed by the engulfing wolf in question, you might want me to add. Surely, had it been anyone else, Sirius would most definitely have bitten the violator's tongue off instead of greeting it enthusiastically, turning the gentle kiss into something much more intimate.

And surely, there it came:

"Mgh… To early in the morning, Siri."

Sirius groaned hungrily in protest and attempted several times with various, inventive methods to change Remus' mind about that, something he took quite a lot of pleasure in doing. But once it seemed that the slightly younger boy started to cave in – due to obvious reasons such as teenage, werewolf hormones with strong opinions, mixed with the incredibly dashing looks, stubborn persistence and most skilful tongue of Sirius Black – they were both very displeased to be rudely interrupted by an impatient James Potter who swung the curtain around the bed aside forcefully and physically dragged Sirius out of bed to make them hurry up getting dressed already (though as careful as ever to keep his eyes glued in the level of Sirius' shoulders and above – just in case the boys were wearing less than he would like to witness).

In doing this, James noted something that made his eyebrows twitch curiously.

"What's that on your neck, Pads?" he wondered, his facial expression at first one of genuine confusion, but then – upon seeing an unusually wicked grin playing at Remus' lips – it turned more into amusement.

Sirius raised an eyebrow while proceeding to dress. "I have something on my neck?" he asked without worry. "Must be a love-bite, then", he continued casually, but when he turned to face his lover the mischievous smile he was wearing faltered, and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "There can't possibly be something else as well, right Moony darling?" The last three words were spoken in a somewhat threatening tone, to which the werewolf in the bed did nothing but laughed quietly at.

"There could be", he replied cryptically. "But I'm sure that if there was, you'd much rather hear it from someone not as Marauderish and deceitful as me, would you not, love?" he teased.

Sirius growled in response.

Meanwhile during this exchange, James' curiosity had forced him to take a closer look on what he was sure were words written just beneath the love-bite Sirius had indeed been right about covering his neck. He was surprised, to say the least, and made this clear as he turned towards Remus.

"Are you really going to have him strutting about with that on his neck?" he wondered, though his eyes twinkled with amusement at this thought.

Remus' smile grew even smugger as he nodded firmly. "For at least a day, and then further on until he gets rid of mine!" he declared, thus turning James' attention towards his own neck.

After reading, James shrugged. "Seems fair enough", he concluded, then turning towards the bathroom to make sure his hair looked nice – or at least didn't look messier than usual – before he would leave the dormitory.

"Hang on, Prongs, you can't just leave me when Moony's being far too much like me!" Sirius protested. "There's text on my neck, right? What does it say?"

The stag didn't need many seconds to decide who he'd side with. "Sorry, Padfoot", he said with a smile, "but I'm afraid I'm just as Marauderish and deceitful as Moony over there. If you want to know, you'll have to ask someone else."

With this, the spectacled boy left the two canines to themselves, being positive that they would – or at least, that Remus would – get ready for the day without further procrastination (no matter how much Sirius would want to know what was on his neck, and no matter which methods he would resort to in his attempts to gain this information).

"Betrayal!" Sirius exclaimed, although his quite believable mask of anger slipped off his face as the brown-haired werewolf rose to get dressed. "That git! Why am I friends with him, again?" he asked the air.

"Because he's practically your brother, you share the same interests, and he supports and understands you?" Remus suggested while pulling on a pair of pants.

"Oh yeah", Sirius nodded in acknowledgement before arching an eyebrow at his lover. "And would you also remind me of why I'm dating you?" he asked playfully.

"Hm…" the lycan responded, acting as if he actually pondered the question. "Because you like me and enjoy our sex?"

Sirius laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around the other boy, pressing bare chest to bare chest in a way he knew they both enjoyed equally as much.

"More like because I love you beyond reason, you daft wolf", he murmured, his lips only a few centimetres from the brunette's. "The sex is bloody great too, though", he admitted, sealing his words with a kiss before letting go of him, even if he hadn't exactly kept his opinion a secret earlier on.

Remus raised an eyebrow. "So you're not going to try and seduce me into telling you what's on your neck?" he asked upon noticing how Sirius had left it at that and instead started to reach for his school robes.

Sirius turned to the wolf again with that typical Sirius-ish smile on his lips. "Well, if you insist…" he said, again giving Moony his undivided attention.

"I don't", Remus said, slowly pulling out of Sirius' arms. "Not right now, I mean", he quickly added with that telling little smile of his. "We need to get ready."

"Right", Sirius agreed reluctantly, placing a chaste kiss on the brunette's shoulder. "Not giving up about it, though", he informed.

"Didn't expect you to", Remus replied.

And indeed, Sirius did not. As soon as he had the bathroom to himself, he intended to try and decipher the words on his neck in the mirror. But of course, Remus had already taken his idea into account and gone one step ahead of the animagus in protecting his spell from being read through reflective surfaces. All it said when Sirius attempted to read it was: "toofdaP ,yrt eciN" – and it didn't take him long to realize that this wasn't really what James had read on him earlier this morning.

"Why do you have to be so clever, Moons?" he murmured to himself, knowing that he would now have no other choice than to do what Remus so obviously wanted him to do in order to figure out what his neck said: ask someone else.

"You love that about me, or at least so you claim", Remus replied from outside in the dorm. "Are you ready to go soon, or will I have to get down to breakfast without you?"

As his stomach gave a loud rumble in response right after those words had been spoken out loud, Sirius decided that he could leave the mystery of his neck for a while… But only for a very little while.

x-x-x

"Frank, could you tell me what I have on my neck?" Sirius whispered to the one he was sitting next to in History of Magic.

Frank Longbottom rolled his eyes after casting a quick glimpse at the neck in question. "Wow, Sirius Black has a love-bite as usual", he sighed with a frown. "I get it, no need to show off."

"Well, besides that. Look closer", Sirius urged, stretching his neck and his whole figure as close to the other boy as he could without falling out of his seat. "I'm sure you'll find there's some sort of text there, too."

Frank obediently took a closer look, too used with the Marauders' – and especially Sirius' – weird comments and suggestions to do much other than to arch an eyebrow and comply.

"Well, look at that!" Frank said in surprise. "There actually is."

"What does it say? Read it out loud", Sirius eagerly insisted.

Again, Frank simply did what he was told – though perhaps he did this a bit too loud, seeing as how many of the sixth-year witches' and wizards' attention had now turned to what seemed to be the only interesting event in their boring History of Magic class.

"'Produced by Remus Lupin,'" he read with such surprise that his eyes popped open twice as wide as usual, "'the only one who has ever had Sirius Black bottom.'"

At the final word, Frank got a sudden coughing-fit and turned red as if burning up inside (although no one could positively claim that this was due solely to the fact that his coughing gave him breathing problems). Sirius gaped, exclaiming a big "What?" and turning to his lover – who had of course heard the entire interaction and was now quite violently banging his head against his desk in a mad fit of laughter – loudly exclaiming in front of the entire class that: "You are so gonna get it tonight!"

...

That was the first History of Magic class ever to be interrupted before it was actually time to end, and it was also the first History of Magic class to end in complete chaos. But the most revolutionary part of it all was perhaps that it was the first class ever in which professor Binns had actually deducted points – and lots of them! – from someone for "disturbing the peace".

Of course it was technically Sirius who'd started it all by encouraging Frank to read out loud, but points had been deducted from Frank as well – and several others, like Remus about the whole banging-his-head-loudly-against-his-desk thing, lots of other random students for creating a havoc, and even James for looking suspicious when wiping his eyes clear of the tears he hadn't been able to suppress from laughing too hard – even if Sirius had obviously been the one screaming the loudest and most inappropriate things.

Though at the end of the day, no one seemed to care about the fact that gryffindor had lost about a hundred points, the whole castle being too caught up in gossip to remember to be mad.

"You know, you're supposed to be the shy one of us", Sirius commented in the middle of the hysteria later that day, unsuccessfully trying to avoid attention as he snuck his arm around his boyfriend at dinner. "That was you're way of letting people know I'm yours?"

Remus laughed and shook his head as he leaned in for a kiss. "No way, that'll come later on, if they haven't already figured that much out for themselves", the wolf explained with a tricky and all too Sirius-like smile. "That was simply my revenge, love."

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