Happy Homecoming
Sirius Black paced back and forth in front of his bed, hands clasped tightly
behind his back, worrying lightly on his lower lip and glancing up at the
clock every time he walked past it. The clock was a new digital model; scrolling
across the screen in red letters read the words 'Stop pacing, you git, he's
not late yet.' Sirius sighed and flopped down onto the end of the bed with
a soft grunt, staring at the door. Remus would be here soon. In a few minutes,
the doorbell would ring, and he would run to answer it, and the door would
open, and Remus would be here. They would eat dinner, have a nice post-food
conversation, and then go upstairs. And Remus would be here. Where he belonged.
Wrapped up in Sirius' arms with nothing between them but fifteen years of
pent-up sexual frustration and a great deal of love.
They had agreed to take it slow that day, that day that now seemed so long
ago though it hadn't quite been a year. The day Remus had explained to Sirius
what mating for life really meant. Sex had surprisingly little to do with
it, aside from the fact that in the bond there tended to be sex. "A werewolf's
mate isn't the first person he has sex with," Remus had explained with
a fond smile, clasping Sirius' hand in his own and trailing the fingers of
his other hand lightly across Sirius' cheek. "It's the one he falls in
love with. That's you. It always has been. The fact that you're also the only
person I've ever had sex with, or ever will, doesn't have that much to do
with it."
Sirius smiled slightly now, remembering the rather heated snog session that
had followed. He and Remus had sat on that bed, making out like a couple of
teenagers for nearly two hours. They had started to do more than snog, but
had been interrupted by Hedwig arriving with a letter from Harry. Peter Pettigrew
had been captured trying to get into Harry's dorm room. Ron and Harry, borrowing
a page from Hermione's book, had caught the little bugger in a jar. Both had
been tempted to 'forget' to punch air holes in the lid, but had decided not
to risk Sirius' acquittal.
The excitement of the capture and subsequent events had caused both men to
forget, for a time at least, about further activity. They'd sat Harry down,
explained to him what kind of relationship they had, and asked Harry's opinion
of having Remus around all the time. Harry had surprised them by embracing
them both for the first time, grinning fondly, and welcoming Remus to the
family. Remus had been surprised and very touched by how quickly Harry had
accepted him. The idea of living with not one but two old friends of his fathers,
both of whom cared for him a great deal, thrilled Harry to the point that
he didn't much care what the adults did with each other as long as they were
there when he needed them. Which both men intended to be, now that Sirius'
name was clear and they could be family as they should have been all along.
And Remus will be here.
Sirius could hardly wait.
The doorbell rang, and Sirius' head jerked up, his heart pounding. Remus.
Oh, Remus, Remus, Remus. He took one last look in the mirror, suddenly nervous.
"How do I look?"
The mirror wolf whistled in response, and Sirius laughed brightly, then left
his room, walking down the hall and stopping for a second in front of the
door. He exhaled once, nervous, and then flung it open.
He had barely enough time to register that it was, in fact, Remus before his
lover pounced, wrapping his arms around Sirius' neck and kissing him hungrily.
The palm of one hand cupped the back of his head as his fingers twined in
dark hair, gripping possessively as their mouths opened and their tongues
met. Sirius responded quickly, wrapping his arms around Remus' waist, cupping
his backside in his hands and squeezing as he pulled Remus against him.
They kissed like that, right there in the doorway, for several endless, incredible
minutes, until Sirius' vision swam and he felt giddy from lack of oxygen.
When finally they were forced to breathe, they stayed pressed together, breathing
heavily, gazing into each other's eyes.
"I cooked," was the first thing Sirius managed to say, panted out
between breaths. "Steak."
"Wow," Remus said. "And you still have a house."
"Yeah. I'm surprised too. God, you feel good," Sirius said, and
kissed him again. Remus groaned softly and wrapped a leg around him, practically
climbing him. Sirius didn't mind in the slightest. He kicked the door closed
behind them and pulled Remus up closer to him, leaning back against the door
to support their combined weight as Remus' other leg wrapped around his waist.
He slid his hands inside Remus' robes, his heartbeat quickening as he realized
his lover was naked under them. "Oh. Remus," he groaned, brushing
his hands against the soft skin. "I missed you so much."
"Oh," Remus whimpered as Sirius' hands moved under his robes, cupping
and squeezing his arse. "Siri. Oh. Bed. Please. Oh, Siri, I need you
inside me."
"Yes," Sirius breathed softly, and Remus wrapped around him tighter
as he pulled away from the wall and began to walk to the bedroom. Remus was
only vaguely aware of his surroundings; he would be appreciative later. Right
now, all he could think of was Sirius.
The hallway passed by in a blur, and the next thing Remus knew he was being
lowered gently onto a soft, fluffy mound of silk sheets, and Sirius was on
top of him, bracing himself with his elbows, pressing their bodies together
as they kissed again. It felt incredible, the silk and the heat and Sirius'
mouth, his lips, his tongue, his smell and his taste. Remus was lost, drowning,
and was perfectly happy to stay that way.
They stopped kissing only for a moment, long enough for Sirius to remove his
robes and then divest Remus of his as well, and then began again, tangling
tongues and limbs together, already sweat-damp from the heat their bodies
generated together. Hands wandered over beloved flesh, committing to memory
every inch of each others' bodies, every feature, the new and the forgotten.
Their groins brushed; both gasped into their kiss, reveling in the sensation
neither had felt in so long.
Sirius broke off the kiss and slid off of his lover; Remus whimpered, already
missing him, then gasped as that wonderful, hot mouth closed around his erection.
His hands fisted in the black silk around him as Sirius began to take him
down his throat, slowly. There had been a time, Remus remembered, when Sirius
could get his whole length in his mouth; he would sometimes do so, just to
drive Remus mad, and sit there like that for long minutes, nuzzling Remus'
balls while suckling on his cock like a baby to the breast. But it had been
fifteen long years since their last time, and Sirius had to stop just shy
of this feat, lest he trigger his gag reflex. There were few things that could
kill the mood as surely as gagging on one's lover.
Remus was disinclined to complain; Sirius compensated for this small lack
by lavishing attention on the other parts, the parts Remus liked best. The
head of the cock was a particular favorite of both men, and Sirius set up
camp there for quite some time, licking and sucking, flicking the cleft with
his tongue as brushed his hands over Remus' balls, his touch teasing, light
and soft. Remus groaned, then came with a choked cry.
Sirius pulled away, letting Remus' juices spill onto his stomach, and slid
back up his body to kiss him again. As they kissed, he slipped his hand between
them, coating his fingers in Remus' semen. Remus gasped again as one slick
finger slid past the ring of muscles and into his body, pressing against his
prostate, stretching him. After a moment, it was joined by a second. By this
time, Remus was panting heavily, and Sirius was struggling for self control.
"God, Sirius, just do it," Remus begged softly as Sirius started
to insert a third finger. "I need you, please. Just do it."
Sirius kissed him again to silence him, then removed his fingers and shifted
position slightly. Remus spread his legs as far as they would go, and Sirius
slicked his cock with his lover's semen, positioned himself carefully, and
slid slowly in, inch by inch, until he was completely buried inside Remus.
He froze like that for a long moment, pulling out of the kiss to look his
lover in the eyes. "Remus? Are you all right, love?" he whispered.
"Siri…god," Remus whimpered, and wriggled his hips. "Move.
You can. Please. Move."
Remus' obvious need destroyed Sirius' self control, and he pulled out, ignoring
Remus' bereft whimper. "On your knees," he whispered harshly, and
Remus hastened to comply, spreading his legs and burying his face in the mattress,
raising his arse into the air. Sirius reached around under his chest, fingers
finding his small nipples, and pinched them as he drove his cock into Remus'
body. He remembered how Remus liked it and gave it to him that way, hard,
fast, and deep, until Remus started making noises that Sirius wasn't sure
anybody but Remus could make, noises that just made Sirius want him more.
It was too good, too perfect, and too long in coming to last, and Sirius was
rather disappointed in himself when he came, shuddering and crying release
to the ceiling before collapsing on top of Remus. He gasped for breath for
a moment, then pulled carefully out of his lover and curled around him. Remus
turned onto his side and blinked up at him lazily, a somewhat goofy, lovestruck
smile on his face. "Hullo, there," he murmured, winding arms and
legs around Sirius' body and relishing the feel of it.
"Hi," Sirius said softly, smiling into his eyes. "Welcome home."