TITLE: You Can't Do That With a Wand!

AUTHOR: Llama

PAIRING: RL/SB

RATING: PG-13

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DISCLAIMER: I don't claim to own these characters and I make no money from this.

SUMMARY: Is there anything the orally fixated Sirius Black won't put in his mouth?

NOTES: Part of 'Howling At The Moon: The Remus J. Lupin Fuh-Q-Fest'. Written as a response to the following randomly drawn challenge: 21.) You can't do that with a wand! ...Or can you? Short sequel to the first challenge taken, 'Unreservedly Remus'.

SPOILERS: None.

BETA: Grateful thanks to Essayel for finding time in a busy schedule to keep up with me this week!

ARCHIVING: 'Howling At The Moon: The Remus J. Lupin Fuh-Q-Fest' of course, and any lists posted to later on.

"You can't do that with a wand!"

"Just did." Sirius put down his well-stirred mug of hot over-sweetened tea and licked the end of the wooden rod with a playful tongue.

"You'll ruin it."

"I don't mind." He flipped the wand in one hand casually. "It's yours."

Remus snatched the wand back quickly and wiped it on a tea towel. "You could just wash a teaspoon, you know."

"Where�s the fun in that?"

Remus watched as Sirius emptied a bowl of leftover sweets, blew the dust out, and tipped his chocolate dessert into the empty dish. He held out a spoon. "Here."

"Don't need one thanks." Sirius propped his newspaper against the teapot, picked up a fish paste sandwich and dunked it in the bowl of creamy dessert. He munched happily as Remus watched in fascinated horror.

"That's unspeakably disgusting. Don't you come near me with that mouth any time soon."

"Like you'd turn it away." Sirius licked the side of his mouth with a wicked grin.

"Watch me."

Sirius just smiled knowingly. He reached out for Remus' hand, and pulled it and the wand towards him. Without taking his eyes from Remus' face, he dipped two fingers in the dessert and ran them along the length of the wand, leaving a trail of delicious sweetness. The fingers caressed and stroked their way back up to the tip slowly, Remus' eyes following them, hypnotised.

Slowly, so slowly, Sirius licked his chocolate-coated fingers clean before grasping the base of the wand, fitting his larger hand around Remus' trembling one. He paused, making sure his lover's attention was completely focussed on him before leaning forward, eyes firmly on the transfixed face above him. Dark lashes fluttered slowly closed as his tongue neared the dessert-smeared rod, anticipation of ecstatic pleasure evident from the tiny moan that escaped his generously proportioned mouth just before the moment of contact.

Remus felt his breath hitch as the tongue that had explored every nook and cranny of his body for the past few nights ran delicately up the length of the thick wooden shaft, darting here and there to catch spots of chocolate delight. He groaned as the talented mouth reached the tip of the wand, swirling around the very end with a flourish. His torment was not yet over however, as with a flash of laughing blue eyes and a lick of his lips Sirius gently sucked the tapered end of the rod inside his mouth, rocking his head back and forth slowly as if determined to remove every last drop of moisture.

Hardly aware of anything but the mouth and tongue before him and the effect it was having on him, Remus pulled Sirius' other arm up by the sleeve, plucking at it until he got the message. Grinning around the mouthful of wand, Sirius waited until Remus unfastened his jeans with a thankful sigh before diving in with his free hand to pull him free of the faded denim. Without missing a beat he slid into a rhythm of mouth on wand and hand on cock that had Remus panting his release out in moments all over Sirius' fingers.

Smugly satisfied, Sirius brushed the wand against his messily spattered hand before licking the new improved flavour away under Remus' heated gaze. "Still too good for my mouth, Moony? I'd better keep it to myself in future, or perhaps just for your w-". He was cut off by an enthusiastic mouth bearing down on his as Remus slid into his lap, opened jeans still hanging off his narrow hips.

Deep in the kiss, neither of them heard the front door bang, or any other sound until a voice called out accompanied by a cursory rap on the kitchen door.

"Make yourselves decent, you two, heterosexuals coming through."

They broke off reluctantly at the unmistakable sound of James barging through the door with the evening's supply of beers and snacks. Peter followed cheerfully behind trying to knock packets of crisps off the top of the pile with poorly cast minor hexes. Preferring not to give up his comfortable perch, Remus wriggled closer to the table to hide his disarranged clothing while Sirius tidied him up, grumbling hot breath against his neck.

James let the tray of cans drop heavily onto the table and looked around, feeling around his pockets as if he'd lost something. "Did I leave my � WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY WAND!"

"Oops."