"They're canceling the Halloween feast this year," said Sirius Black, and leaned back in his chair to enjoy the reactions
of his friends. James Potter and Remus Lupin shot him startled looks, Lily Evans let out a startled squeak, and Peter Pettigrew toppled off his chair.
"They're doing what?" Remus said, wide-eyed. "But why?"
"The Muggle studies teacher got it into her head to convince Dumbledore to celebrate Halloween Muggle-style. I
heard them talking about it in the hall." Sirius propped up his feet on the arm of James' chair. "They're having a
costume ball instead."
At this Lily let out another squeak, this time of delight. "Really? We get to dress up?" When Sirius grinned and nodded at her, she squealed and leapt out of her chair. "That's so great! But how are we supposed to get costumes?"
"Hogsmeade weekend, Lil, remember? Go to Gladrags." Sirius' grin widened. "Or just transfigure them from your normal clothes."
"And pass up an excuse to go shopping?" Lily snorted. "Not likely. Thanks for the news brief, Sirius! I'm going to go
tell the girls!" She kissed Sirius on the cheek and ran out, not noticing the dirty look James was now bestowing on his best friend.
Sirius noticed, though, and laughed. "Hey, Jamie, don't blame me if you haven't got the guts to tell her you fancy her."
James flushed. "I do not," he grumbled.
"Yeah. Whatever, Jamie!" Sirius winked at Remus, who grinned and winked back. James' poorly-concealed and often-denied crush on Lily was the subject of much jocularity between his three fellow Marauders, especially Sirius. Remus found it only slightly less funny, because he'd been covering up his own, rather passionate feelings about Sirius for nearly two years. "Anyway, I already know what I'm gonna be," Sirius continued. "It's gonna be great!"
"Oh? Do enlighten us, oh Paddy," Remus suggested, eyebrows arched.
"Nuh-uh. It's
a surprise!" Sirius grinned. "All I can tell you is that you're going
to love it."
A few hours before the ball, Lily went to Hogsmeade to pick up her costume,
and Sirius disappeared to 'prepare
himself'. James and Peter went down to the kitchens for a last-minute raid, and Remus stayed behind, reading. Halfway through the book, the door to the dorm opened and Sirius made his presence known, calling out by way of greeting, "Ahoy there, landlubber! I am Sirius the Black, pirate king!"
Remus turned around, one eyebrow arched, his mouth open to make a scathing comment - but the words died in his throat, his jaw sagging open and eyes widening, as he saw Sirius' costume. Sirius was wearing a white shirt of a
fashion that had died out years ago, flouncy with laces in front instead of buttons. It was unlaced, baring Sirius' chest, and tucked neatly into a pair of black dragonhide pants so tight Remus thought Sirius had probably magicked them on. Tied around the waist of the pants was a red silk sash. Over this rather romantic ensemble he wore a black cloak with gold fastenings, topping the whole thing off with a pair of boots in the same dragonhide as the pants.
Remus felt he might faint.
"So how do I look, Rem?" Sirius asked cheerfully.
I want to tackle you, drag you into bed and not let you up all night. "You...you look good, Siri. You look real good."
Sirius beamed. "Thanks! So what are you going as?"
"Not what. Who. Robin Hood."
"Tights and a green tunic. You're a brave man, Remus Lupin."
Remus snorted. "You're one to talk, Sirius. What did you do, conjure those pants out of thin air?"
Sirius grinned shamelessly. "How'd you guess?"
Remus blinked, then blushed scarlet. "Er...guess I know you too well!" he joked feebly. "So who's your date?"
"Don't have one," Sirius said, shrugging. "I just figured I'd pillage the dance for unclaimed...er"
"Booty?" Remus said dryly.
"Yeah!" Sirius grinned. "'Xactly. So who's your maid Marion?"
"Lily."
Sirius nearly swallowed his tongue. "What?!"
Remus blinked at Sirius' reaction. "Er, I said Lily's going as Marion. James is Will Scarlet and Peter's Friar Tuck."
"Short, fat and chaste. Good casting."
"Sirius, that's mean."
"But accurate. So why didn't you tell me you were all going as Merry Men and Woman?"
Remus blinked. "Well, you said you had it all figured out and the only other part was Little John"
"Which isn't really right for me," Sirius said. "Gotcha." He paused. "So...you and Lily...are you..."
"What?" Remus blinked. "Oh! Oh, no, of course not, you know James is mad for her and I wouldn't do that to him."
"Oh," said Sirius, relieved. "But Robin and Marion..."
"I know. Jamie didn't want to be Robin Hood. He still hasn't got up the nerve to admit how he fancies her."
"Oh." Sirius laughed. "Poor Jamie. If he doesn't hurry up Lily's going to be the one to tell him how he feels." He took
a look at himself and pondered for a moment. "You know what this costume needs?"
To be torn mercilessly off your body and thrown in a corner while I bend you over your bed and do things that would forever change the dynamic of our relationship? "Er, what?"
"A sword."
Close enough. Remus coughed, blinking. "A sword, Siri?"
"Mmm." Sirius picked up his wand and rooted around in his trunk. "What to transfigure, what to transfigure..."
"Shouldn't you ask James to do it for you? He is the transfiguration genius, after all."
Sirius laughed. "I think I can handle a sword." He pulled an old quill out of his trunk, laid it on the bed and waved his wand over it, muttering under his breath. To Remus' mild surprise, it worked. Sirius grinned and picked the sword up, then swore and dropped it. "Bloody Hell, that's heavy!" he exclaimed, and leaned over to pick it up again, giving
Remus a totally unobstructed view of his arse pressing against the tight leather.
Remus stared fixedly at Sirius' backside, feeling the familiar heat spread through him, a soft growl rising in his throat. I want him. Bent over in the middle of the room or shoved up against the wall with my teeth in his neck, I want him.
Sirius stood and turned, then froze as he saw the look on Remus' face. "Remus?" he whispered.
Remus licked his lips and looked up at his friend, his eyes glazed over slightly. "Y-yes?"
"Are you all right?" Sirius asked, advancing on him slowly. "You look sort of flushed." He reached up and pressed the
palm of his hand to his friend's forehead.
The feeling of Sirius' warm skin pressed against his own proved to be way too much for Remus' self-control. He
growled again, softly, and grabbed Sirius' wrist, pulling it away from his face and pinning his friend to the wall
before claiming his mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss.
Sirius froze, wide-eyed, and stared in shock at Remus for a moment, then melted into the kiss, tangling
his fingers in Remus' hair and pulling him tightly against his body. Remus gripped his wrists in one hand, and the other
slid down his back and cupped his arse, squeezing firmly. Sirius moaned, low in the back of his throat, and that sound pulled Remus out of his lust-induced haze; he jerked away from Sirius, panting heavily. "Oh...Sirius...I...I'm..." He
licked his lips and shook his head. "Sorry. So sorry, Sirius," he whispered. "I...I just..."
Sirius cut Remus off by pulling him back against his body, grinding their hips together. "Don't you dare apologize to
me for doing something that I've wanted you to do for two years," he growled softly, grasping Remus' chin in one
hand and angling his face up for a deep, passionate kiss. "I want you," he whispered when they pulled apart to breathe. "I've wanted you for so long."
"Oh," Remus whispered. "Sirius...I...I want you too."
Sirius smiled, wide and all-encompassing. "Really?" he whispered.
Remus smiled back and nodded. "Yeah," he said, and leaned his head up, pulling Sirius down for another kiss. They
licked and nipped and sucked at each other's mouths for a few fevered moments, and then pulled away, panting.
"Do you know," Remus growled softly, "what I wanted to do when I saw you in that outfit?"
"Did it involve you, me, and one or the other of our beds?"
"I wasn't thinking about bed," Remus replied honestly. "I was considering taking you against the wall."
Sirius' jaw dropped open slightly, and Remus took advantage of it, kissing him again. Sirius suddenly realized that
there was a strong possibility that he would end up being the one on the bottom tonight. Not that he minded in the slightest, but things were definitely getting out of control. I think I'm in love.
"The wolf wants you too, Sirius," Remus whispered in his ear when they pulled away. "He wants to eat you whole,
make you part of us." Sirius shivered slightly at the thought of being part of Remus. Remus misinterpreted the gesture, reading fear into what was meant to be excitement. "I won't let him hurt you, love," he murmured. "I won't ever."
"I know," Sirius murmured. "I" He trailed off, startled. "'Love?'" he repeated softly. "Did you just call me 'love'?"
Remus froze in his arms, then started to pull away. Sirius held him fast, refusing to let him escape. "Remus, please," he whispered, and kissed the only part of him he could reach, his cheek. "Remus, I love you too!"
Remus froze again, his face still turned away from Sirius. Sirius kissed his cheek again and nuzzled him slightly. "I do, Remus, I love you," he whispered. "I think I always loved you. Look at me, Remus, why won't you look at me?"
Remus turned slightly, an odd expression on his face as their eyes met. "Are you sure, Sirius?" he whispered, his voice shaking. "Are you sure you love me?"
"Yes," Sirius whispered, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
The next thing Sirius knew, Remus pushed him up against the wall, pressed their bodies close together, and kissed him so fiercely their teeth clacked together.
Sirius gasped into the kiss, then moaned and writhed underneath Remus. Their erections brushed against each other
and Remus pulled away from him, panting heavily. "I think," Remus gasped softly, "it's time for bed."
Sirius swallowed and nodded. "Yes," he said, and all but tore Remus' tunic off, leaving him naked. Remus gasped
softly, then moaned as Sirius' hand cupped his naked cock for the first time, caressing lightly. "So beautiful, Remus,"
he whispered. "You're so beautiful."
"Oh, Sirius," Remus said, and melted into his arms. "I want you. So badly."
"Want you too. Love. Oh." Sirius kissed his mouth, then his neck, then his shoulder. Remus reached over and untied
the red sash, causing the sword to drop to the floor. Sirius kicked off his boots, and Remus did the same, then both
boys tore off their socks.
"How the Hell am I going to get you out of those pants?" Remus demanded, frustrated.
Sirius laughed, took his wand off the nightstand, pointed it at himself and whispered, "Finite Incantum."
Remus blinked as the incredibly sexy pirate costume suddenly turned into..."Your Quidditch robes?"
Sirius grinned. "Did you think I would actually put something that tight on the traditional way when the zipper would
be that close to something that sensitive?"
"I take the point," Remus said, and tore the robes off of him, being careful not to actually damage them. And then the boys stood in front of each other, completely naked, looked each other up and down, wide-eyed. And practically fell
into the nearest bed.
Unfortunately, it happened to be James'. Neither of them noticed, and if they had, they probably wouldn't have cared. They were far too busy exploring the territory of each other's bodies, territory that they had been denied for far too
long. Warm hands slid and caressed places that neither had ever dreamed of touching the other, mapping the soft,
secret regions of new, beloved skin. In the end, neither boy could be said to have 'taken' the other; the evening
consisted entirely of the sweet, slick slide of warm bodies, mouths brushing together and tongues tangling while
slender, clever hands brought pleasure of a sort that they had never before found with one another. They fell asleep shortly after, both tired out from this strange new form of exercise, Remus' head tucked against Sirius' shoulder and Sirius' hands wrapped around his waist. The curtains were closed, the sheets were rumpled and turned down, and they were still in James' bed.
Time passed. And about twenty minutes after they fell asleep, James and Peter came back, looking for them. The ball would be starting in fifteen minutes, and they wanted to make sure Remus and Sirius were ready.
"They're not in their beds," James reported, seeing the curtains open on Sirius and Remus' four-posters. "Go check the kitchens, will you, Pete?"
"Sure, James!" Peter turned and left, and James was about to follow suit when he realized that the curtains on his own bed were closed, which they hadn't been, he was certain, when they left. He sighed and rolled his eyes, striding across the room. "Honestly, the pair of you, you have beds of your...oh God." He blinked a few more times, then started to
back away. Remus. And Sirius. Were. In. His."Oh GOD!"
The Next Morning
Sirius woke first, burrowing instinctively into Remus' warmth as his subconscious fought the onslaught of reality.
Reality won, and after a few moments he looked up, studying the sleeping form of his new lover. Remus was beautiful, there could be no denying that. Utterly lovely, and Sirius had to pinch himself lightly to be certain it was real. "Ow,"
he murmured, and then smiled brilliantly. He hadn't dreamed it. He'd really, finally told Remus how he felt. And they'd
made love. He reached out to brush a few rogue strands of hair out of Remus' eyes, and Remus stirred slightly, then opened his eyes. "Mmm. Siri. G'morning."
"Good morning, Rem," he said softly, stroking his cheek softly. "I love you."
Remus blinked at him sleepily, then smiled. "Love you too," he said, leaning into his palm.
Sirius smiled back and was leaning into kiss him when suddenly they were blinded by a burst of sunlight. "This is really very sweet," said the familiar voice of James Potter, sounding torn between amusement and exasperation, "and I'm
happy for you both,
but could you please do me a favor and not molest each other in my bed?"
THE END