Dangerous
Minds
(Or, And You Thought It Was Kinky To Shag In the Prefect’s Bathroom)
So I’ve been reading about the bond.
Sirius Black blinked, surprised, and glanced across the room at his lover, who
was perched in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the fireplace of the
Gryffindor Common Room. Remus had a large book spread across his lap and seemed,
by all outward appearances, to be studying. Sirius knew better. OH?
he replied mentally, whilst responding verbally to his best friend’s comments
about Ravenclaw’s new Keeper.
Mmmhmm. Remus’ mental tone was smug, and Sirius suddenly had the feeling
he was in for something interesting. It seems there’s an aspect to it
we didn’t know about before.
Really? What’s—holy Hell, Remus! Sirius’ eyes flew open and
he blinked rapidly as he felt the unmistakable sensation of Remus’ hands
wrapping around his cock.
Remus smiled slightly and flipped a page of his book. Isn’t it fascinating,
Sirius? His mental tone was perfectly even, as if they were discussing something
they’d just learned in Charms. Apparently I can talk to you, like this,
and grope you, like this – and here the phantom hands paused long enough
to brush lightly over his balls before resuming their pumping of his cock –
anytime I want, even from miles away.
Fascinating. Sirius’ mental tone was considerably shakier than Remus’.
Can we go upstairs?
A soft mental chuckle and the brief feeling of soft lips brushing his was his
only response. He swallowed hard, biting his lip to suppress a groan. Remus
Lupin, when I get you alone, I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank
you.
Sirius’ half-hearted threat was met with a soft mental snicker. Promises,
promises, Remus retorted, and Sirius drew in a shocked breath as the feeling
of hands on his erection faded, to be replaced with the soft heat of a phantom
mouth.
Fucking Hell! Remus! Sirius bit the inside of his cheek, thinking hard. Obviously,
this was an aspect of the mating bond he’d never heard of, but did it
go both ways? He rather hoped it did; here, at last, was a way to make their
months of forced separation over the summer much more pleasant. Swallowing,
he tuned James completely out and concentrated hard, focusing on the thought
that if they were alone right now, he would be sinking his teeth into one of
Remus’ nipples.
When Remus’ head jerked up to stare at him in shock, he knew it had worked.
Grinning wickedly at his lover, he continued, engulfing Remus in the sensation
of one long-fingered hand wrapped around his cock while the other fondled his
balls, his teeth still imbedded in the nipple. Remus swallowed, the movement
visible from across the room, and countered with the sensation of teeth closing
down on the back of Sirius’ neck, followed by soft nips trailing down
his spine. Sirius drew in a sharp breath, then caught his lover’s eyes
and held them, licking his lips slowly and having the pleasure of seeing Remus’
hips twitch forward as the feeling of Sirius’ mouth on his earlobe enveloped
him.
Remus’ eyes narrowed with lust and his fingers tightened around the arms
of his chair as he fought to control himself. Sirius had always been a fast
learner, and he should have known that his precocious lover would be quick to
master this new ability – and ever quicker to use it to drive him slowly
out of his mind. Of course, given that he was going to use it for the same purpose,
he could hardly complain.
He could, however, give back as good as he got. After all, it was no different
from the games they played in bed together – aside from the fact that
they were twenty feet apart. And if they were in bed together...
Sirius nearly swallowed his tongue as he felt the sensation of his lover’s
tongue sliding inside him. Oh God. Oh God, oh God, how am I gonna top this?
He swallowed hard, then smiled wickedly as a sudden idea occurred to him. Bound
by the limitations of their bodies, they each had only two hands and one mouth
with which to drive the other insane. With this new, wonderful gift, however...
Remus blinked at the wicked grin on Sirius’ face, bracing himself for
his lover’s assault, but no amount of bracing could have prepared him
for what was coming. The ‘mouth’ on his ear slowed its rhythm, then
sped up again, and he gasped softly as it was joined by a second ‘mouth’
on his other ear, then a third and a fourth on his nipples. As he sat there,
fingers digging into the arm of the chair, the ‘mouths’ continued
to multiply, until his skin was alive with the sensation of a thousand hungry,
hot, sweet little mouths, kissing, licking, sucking and nipping at every inch
of his skin. Oh. Oh God, Sirius. He bit his lip hard to keep from moaning, kept
his gaze locked on Sirius’ even as he pulled his own ‘tongue’
out of his lover, ready to concede.
Sirius, however, wasn’t done with him yet. Oh, no, love. You started this,
now you have to deal with the consequences, Sirius ‘said’ in his
mind, and the next thing Remus knew there were four new mouths touching his
body – one in his arse, one on each of his balls, and one extremely talented
one swallowing down his cock.
Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckityfuckfuckfuck. Remus’ teeth sank even further
into his lips, and he felt his entire body clench up as the sweet mental assault
continued unabated. And then, just when he thought he’d felt all the pleasure
he could feel, Sirius’ mental voice began to whisper into his ear.
Do you know what I want to do to you, Remus? Do you have any idea? I bet you
do. I bet you want to do the same things to me. I want to pin you underneath
me in my bed and taste you, every inch, and Remus shivered as every single one
of the mental ‘tongues’ swiped across his skin in perfect unison.
I want to fuck you with my mouth. Hard, almost savage bites to his skin, while
the ‘mouths’ over his navel and arse fucked him mercilessly with
broad, laving swipes of tongue. I want to kiss your mouth. Another ‘mouth’
descending on his, and the incredible feeling of having lips bitten, tongue
sucked, and another hot tongue sliding with his – despite the fact that
his mouth was, in actuality, closed. I want to fuck you, and the ‘mouth’
on his arse was replaced with the feeling of a hot, hard cock sliding into him,
pounding mercilessly, pleasure undiluted by pain. I want you to fuck me, and
suddenly, astonishingly, the ‘mouth’ on his cock slid away, and
he was being ridden and ridden hard, Sirius’ hot, tight body squeezing
around him, and he was fucking Sirius thoroughly even as he himself was being
thoroughly fucked. Remus’ eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned,
loud and long, completely oblivious to the shocked looks he was getting from
everybody else in the room. He couldn’t last long under this assault,
he knew, but he wasn’t done yet. If Sirius could manipulate the bond in
this fashion, so could he. Swallowing, refocusing his eyes, he concentrated,
and a soft mental gasp told him that when he did find orgasm, Sirius wouldn’t
be far behind.
And of course, he was right. A few moments later, the boys cried out each others’
names, aloud and in their minds, and sagged in their chairs as the tide overwhelmed
them.
And a moment after that, they remembered where they were. Remus’ head
shot up suddenly, eyes wide, face crimson. Every eye in the room was upon him,
most of them looking quite shocked, a few very embarrassed, and an even smaller
number looking like they’d quite enjoy seeing a repeat performance.
Remus was out of his chair and flying up the stairs to the dormitory in a second.
The eyes watched him go, then turned to Sirius, who was still lying sprawled
in his chair, looking rather dazed. When he realized that he was being watched,
he blinked, then shrugged, and then astonished them by smiling and hauling himself
out of the chair. “Don’t you wish you had one?” he asked cheerily,
and tossed off a salute before following Remus up the stairs.
He had been expecting to find Remus curled up in an embarrassed ball in one
of their beds. He had been expecting to slide in behind him, using hands, mouth,
mind, and other methods of persuasion to get his lover to uncurl and love him.
He was not expecting Remus to pounce on him the moment the door closed behind
him, or to feel long, slender legs wrap around his waist as his lover’s
mouth fastened on his own – but he wasn’t about to complain. Want
you. Remus’ mental voice was fierce, determined. Want to take you. Pound
you. Make you mine.
Sirius responded by giving Remus a quick flash of what they had both felt minutes
before, mouths on every inch of skin, bodies hot and sweaty, writhing against
each other, riding and being ridden all at the same time. Remus growled, mentally
and audibly, and shoved his hand down Sirius’ pants, cupping his lover’s
newly-hardening cock. Mine. This is mine. You’re mine. He countered Sirius’
mental flashes with one of his own, and Sirius gasped in the back of his throat.
Should have known not to do that to you in public. Should have known you’d
turn the tables on me, pet. Sirius shivered; when Remus called him ‘pet’,
he knew he was in for a wild night.
Yes, you know what this means. You know what I’m going to do to you now.
Suddenly there were hands and mouths on every inch of him, petting, stroking,
driving him mad. I’m going to torture you, Siri. I’m going to take
you to the edge and then pull you back until you’re half-crazed from wanting
me inside you. I’m going to test your limits, see how far I can push you
before you break. Remus pulled out of their kiss then, his amber gaze intense.
“I’m going to see how many times I can make you scream,” he
whispered, and claimed Sirius’ mouth again.
Meanwhile, back in the common room...
As the door closed behind Sirius, the eyes that had been following his progress
turned away and sank to the floor. The only sound was the shifting of clothing
against furniture as people too embarrassed to admit their arousal strove to
hide it. At length, James’ girlfriend Lily cleared her throat, and James
nearly fell out of his seat as she said, “I think now I know why Remus
is so tired all the time.”
THE END