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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Remus_Lupin, Sirius_Black, James_Potter, Peter_Pettigrew, Albus
      Dumbledore
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Compliant, Shameless_Smut, Light_BDSM, Dom/sub, Punishment,
      Collars, Blindfolds, Dom!Remus, Sub!Sirius, Semi-Public_Sex, Anal_Sex,
      Explicit_Consent, Invisibility_Cloak, Hogwarts_Staff_Room, Podfic, Podfic
      Length:_10-20_Minutes, Top_Remus, Bottom_Sirius, Marauders'_Era
  Collections:
      Podfic_Library, BDSM_Fanfiction
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-23 Words: 2376
****** Bad Dog [+podfic] ******
by picascribit
Summary
     1977: Sirius is horny and irritable. Remus devises a little
     punishment.
Notes
     Edited July 2014
     Podfic
     Duration: 14 min 38 sec
     Size: 13.4 MB
     Download: mp3_@_Dropbox
See the end of the work for more notes
Sirius could tell that his friends were fed up with him and he did not care.
Potions, double Arithmancy, double Defence Against the Dark Arts, and all their
professors incessantly reminding them that practice NEWTs were coming up soon.
Sirius had had enough. To make matters worse, he had spent half the day with a
raging hard-on, and no time to do anything about it.
He had been planning to take a shower with Remus that morning, but Peter had
dawdled in the bathroom until they only had ten minutes to get to breakfast.
Sirius spent the day shooting a string of Pinching hexes at his short roommate,
and mouthing off at everyone.
When Peter jumped for the fifth time during supper, spilling his pumpkin juice
all over the table, James, who had been about to achieve actual conversation
with Evans, shot Sirius an annoyed look.
"I dunno what crawled up your arse today, mate, but would you go extract it and
stop making a nuisance of yourself?"
"Sorry," sneered Sirius. "Am I distracting you? It's not me who's keeping you
from getting into Evans' knickers, mate. She's never going to touch your parts.
Keep barking up that tree, and you'll die old and saggy and alone, like Pete."
The red-haired girl narrowed her eyes at him and shifted farther down the
bench. James, who normally had no temper to speak of, looked as if he was about
to launch himself across the table and throttle Sirius.
"You want to watch your mouth, mate," he bristled, "unless you enjoy spewing
slugs."
Sirius was just about to snark back, when Remus, who thus far had bourne
Sirius's moodiness in silence, leaned over and murmured in his ear, cool as
anything, "If you don't stop being such a bad dog and apologise right this
minute, I am not going to fuck your brains out later."
Sirius's mouth snapped shut and his eyes lost focus for a moment as his cock
gave a painful throb. He dropped his gaze to his plate. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Peter and James glanced at Remus, eyebrows raised. The young werewolf gave them
a bland smile and turned back to his supper.
The rest of the meal passed in silence, but Sirius kept casting furtive looks
at Remus from beneath his lashes. Remus ignored him, but every now and then, he
would delicately lick or suck some stray dollop of food from his fingers in a
way that made Sirius almost whimper with longing.
In their dormitory after supper, Sirius tried to focus on his school work, but
his mind was in complete disarray. After an hour or so, Remus sat up, putting
his own books away.
"James, Pete," he said lightly, "could you give us the room for a minute? I
want a word with Sirius about his behaviour today."
Their roommates glanced at Sirius, then at one another, shrugged, and departed
for the common room without a word. When the door closed behind them, Remus
considered Sirius for a long moment. Sirius returned the look with just a touch
of defiance. His heart was pounding. Remus could be very creative when it came
to punishments.
Finally, he seemed to reach a decision. "Come here. Bring your collar."
Sirius hesitated only a moment before reaching into the nightstand drawer for
the black leather collar that he sometimes wore as Padfoot when they were in
public. He slid off the bed and moved towards Remus, mouth dry, palms sweating.
There was a dangerous look in his boyfriend's eyes.
"That's close enough," he said when Sirius reached the middle of the room.
Sirius halted. "What do you --?"
"Shut up."
His obedience to Remus's command was almost instinctive. His mouth snapped
shut, and he swallowed hard.
Remus stood up, taking a step closer. His face was completely unreadable. "You
are being punished, Mr Black. You will not speak or make a sound unless I give
you permission to do so. Am I understood?"
Sirius nodded.
"Undress and put on the collar."
Slowly, Sirius shrugged out of his robes and shed the rest of his clothing onto
the floor at Remus's feet. When at last he stood before him, naked and hard,
Remus nodded in approval.
"Good. Now I'm going out on my rounds."
Sirius's mouth dropped open, but Remus gave him a warning look and strode over
to James's trunk, rummaging for a moment before pulling out the Invisibility
Cloak. He retrieved a handkerchief from among his own things, and stepped
behind Sirius.
"You are going to follow me like a good puppy. Hold still."
Sirius obeyed, hardly breathing, as Remus bound his eyes with the folded
fabric. Leather and steel constricted around his throat as Remus tugged the
collar one notch tighter. Then the light, soft folds of the cloak settled over
him, and Remus took his hand, placing it firmly on his shoulder.
"Not a sound," he reminded Sirius, turning towards the door.
The way down to the common room and out of Gryffindor tower was easy. Sirius
did not need to see. He had walked it so many times that he could do it in his
sleep. As they passed through the common room, Sirius felt the warmth of the
fire on his skin, and heard the voices of his Housemates all around him,
including his best friend. He felt exposed, terrified, elated, naked without
his clothes and wand. The cloak swished and whispered deliciously against his
skin, softer than silk, and he knew that James would murder them both if he
ever found out half the uses to which his friends put his most treasured
possession.
At the portrait hole, Remus paused so Sirius could jump down. It was cold in
the corridor, and he shivered, though the cloak offered some protection. They
walked the halls in silence. Every now and then, Remus would greet a ghost or a
fellow prefect, or would mutter something like "stairs" over his shoulder.
Sirius stepped carefully behind him, stumbling occasionally against Remus's
heels. After a few turns, he no longer had any idea where they were.
They walked for what felt like miles. Finally Remus halted. There was a sudden
whoosh of cold air, then Remus was under the cloak with him, radiating heat.
"You've been a very bad dog today, Mr Black. I think you know that." Remus's
voice was low, his lips almost touching Sirius's ear.
Sirius swallowed hard, feeling the tightness of the collar at his throat.
"Bad dogs need to be punished, don't they?"
He nodded.
Remus's fingers tugged lightly at the collar, before ghosting down his front,
making a detour around his aching cock. A small sound escaped Sirius's throat,
and the touch vanished.
"I believe I ordered total silence, Mr Black." Remus's voice was cool and even.
Sirius bit his lip, bowing his head in remorse.
"Silence is even more important from here onwards," said Remus. "You will not
make a sound, no matter what happens."
Sirius could only nod again.
"Good. If you disobey me, Mr Black, I won't touch you for a week. Nor will you
touch yourself."
The thought made Sirius feel dizzy. He was painfully hard already. He needed to
come soon, preferably with Remus's hands on him. He could feel Remus's eyes
blazing over his skin, assessing his need, and wondered how the other boy could
sound so cool and collected.
Remus's hand closed firmly around Sirius's upper arm, guiding him a little
farther, through another doorway.
"Now, we wait," said Remus, letting go.
Despite the limited space under the cloak, Remus's body did not touch his
anywhere, which Sirius felt was punishment enough for his sins. But Remus's
word was law, so Sirius waited in silence for whatever came next.
A door opened and closed somewhere nearby. Voices entered the room. Sirius's
heart skipped a beat. McGonagall. And Sprout. Within moments, several more of
his professors had joined them, exchanging greetings and pleasantries. Remus
stood still and silent beside him, but Sirius was trembling now, caught between
fear of discovery and desperate desire for the commanding boy at his shoulder.
Chairs scraped against the stone floor, and there was the sound of liquid being
poured.
"Thank you all for coming," said Dumbledore's voice. "I know staff meetings are
no one's favourite way to spend an evening, so let us make this one brief."
With a light push, Remus urged him forwards, and Sirius put out his hands to
catch himself against sturdy upholstery. A hand on his back pressed him down,
while another on his hip drew him back. A scuffed trainer nudged his feet
apart. With a tug, the blindfold came away from his eyes.
Sirius blinked. They were in the staff room, of course. He had worked out that
much. A dozen professors were arrayed around a long table not ten feet away,
enjoying tea, sherry, and biscuits, completely unaware of Sirius, bent over the
back of the old sofa, legs spread, open and exposed to the prefect behind him.
Remus laid a hand on his arse, bending down to whisper in his ear. "Do you want
this? Do you want me to fuck you here?"
Sirius could manage no more than a jerky nod.
He felt Remus rummage through his pockets for the small phial of lubricating
potion he sometimes carried, and then slippery fingers were sliding into
Sirius, probing and twisting in a familiar and agonisingly delightful way.
Sirius swallowed a gasp. Remus tugged open his trousers, and then he was
pushing into Sirius, quick and rough. Sirius bit down on his lip hard enough to
draw blood as Remus tested his promise of silent obedience to the limit.
He wanted to moan, to cry out, to beg Remus to touch his prick, but he did not.
He would not. Not without Remus's permission. His eyes watered. The staff room
blurred and went out of focus, and all he could feel was the burning hot slide
and thrust of Remus's cock inside him, Remus's fingers digging into his hips.
His own erection rubbed against the back of the sofa, the light, smooth fabric
of the Invisibility Cloak providing an easy glide. James would definitely kill
him if he came on the cloak, but when Remus shifted the angle of his hips and
hit that spot, there was nothing Sirius could do but bite down on his broken
lip as orgasm shuddered through him.
It was a good thing that Remus had mastered the art of silent Cleaning charms,
he thought fuzzily as his knees gave way. Remus's hand was around his arm,
supporting him, guiding him down to the floor. They sat with their backs to the
sofa, Remus's arms around him, pulling him close. The professors' voices faded
to insignificant murmurs on the other side of the room. Warm, slightly sticky
fingers raised Sirius's chin, and brown eyes searched his face as a thumb
brushed lightly across his bitten and bloodied lip.
"Good dog," Remus whispered affectionately, and kissed him.
Sirius relaxed into Remus's arms with a sigh of contentment. "That was
brilliant."
Remus gave a breathy chuckle. "It sort of was, wasn't it?"
"Could we -- maybe do it again sometime?" Sirius asked shyly.
Remus's eyebrows rose and he grinned. "Well -- as often as you misbehave,
Padfoot, I could see having to -- ah -- 'take steps' with you again at some
point." His expression changed to one of mock sternness. "But don't you go
abusing it. I can think up punishments you won't like."
"See, Moony? This is why they made you a prefect," Sirius grinned.
Another near-silent laugh escaped Remus's lips. "So I could debauch you in the
staff room? Somehow I don't think that's what McGonagall had in mind when she
talked about me 'controlling' my friends."
"You've got authority, Moony," Sirius told him. "People listen to you."
Remus gave him an indulgent smile. "Well, it's a good thing you'll listen to
someone, Padfoot. Are you ready to show me you can be good for a while?"
"Anything my Moony wishes," said Sirius with an impish grin, but the kiss he
gave Remus was soft and tender.
Chair legs scraped against the stone floor once more, and the staff room began
to empty. Under the Invisibility Cloak, the two boys peered over the back of
the sofa, waiting for the coast to clear. Dumbledore was the last to depart. He
hummed to himself as he tapped together a stack of parchment and stoppered the
decanter of sherry. At the door, the headmaster paused.
"Good night, lads," he said, eyes scanning across the top of the sofa. There
was a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. "Do try not to startle the house-elves
when they come to clear up."
The door closed with a soft thump. Sirius and Remus stared at one another,
openmouthed.
Sirius was the first to break. He gave a bark of laughter and collapsed,
wheezing and snorting, over the back of the sofa. "Godric's balls!" he gasped.
"He knew. The whole time we were -- Oh, Merlin!"
Remus buried his face in his hands, but his shoulders shook with suppressed
mirth. "I am never going to be able to look him in the eye again. How did he
know?"
Sirius shook his head. "No idea, mate. He's Dumbledore, I guess."
Overheated by laughter, Sirius threw off the cloak and stretched, as Remus,
too, emerged, red-faced and tousle-haired, his trousers still undone. Ignoring
the interested looks and murmurs from the portraits of past professors on the
walls, Sirius walked naked to the meeting table, and hopped up to perch on the
edge of it, swinging his feet and grinning at his boyfriend.
"Shouldn't we be getting back, Padfoot?" Remus said regretfully.
"That keen to explain to Prongs why I'm not wearing anything but his cloak and
my collar?" Sirius raised his eyebrows.
Remus grimaced. "You have a better idea?"
"I was thinking we might wait and go back after they've gone to bed." Sirius
leaned back on his elbows, grin widening, legs spread in invitation. "In the
meantime, you could take off your clothes and come over here, and I'll show you
just how good I can be."
In the end, they did startle the house-elves.
End Notes
     Thanks for reading! If you're looking for more porny Wolfstar one-
     shots, I've got you covered:
     A_Polyjuice_Duet - Hogwarts era. Not technically a one-shot, but it's
     only part one that has porn. Sirius convinces Remus to use Polyjuice
     so they can find out what vaginal sex is like. Remus is skeptical at
     first, but by the end, he's into it. One of my earliest fics.
     Just_Sex - Set during the first war. When Sirius realises that Remus
     is also into men, he proposes a one night stand, just between
     friends, but since both of them are harbouring secret feelings for
     the other, it doesn't turn out that way.
     Rumours_Of_My_Death - Set during the first war, Sirius gets word that
     Remus has been killed on a mission, but then finds him safe at home.
     They have "oh thank Merlin you're not actually dead" sex.
     A_Night_Off_From_The_War - Set during the first war. After James
     mentions being curious about gay sex, Lily and Remus decide that
     getting high and having a little friendly group sex is just the thing
     to get their minds off of grim reality for a while.
     Ménage_à_Trois - Set during the first war, Remus has to go on a
     mission with a young French agent, but Alexandre wants Remus and
     Sirius's help with something else first. Threesome fic involving
     Remus and Sirius deflowering an OC.
     Against_the_Wall - The second war is wearing on Remus and Sirius.
     Remus is tired of the way people treat him for being a werewolf.
     Sirius hates being cooped up in his parents' old house. They exact a
     little mutual revenge by having wall sex in front of Walburga Black's
     horrified portrait.
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